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1]
[Obie
Ya'll don't see me in the
it's 'cause i'm this man

Trice]
Nigga's I'm still (yeah...)
I'm still those sirens
I'm still chased by those lights
Only the light's lime and my on
And my time is because I'm writin more
And I ain't to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak untill these hoes feel {fo sho...}
and I let yall de-rail me man
I got young coby, homie, you gotta let go of
cause Obie be back (ain't goin no where man) we got them goin on
and yak going on
soon as a nigga touch down from tourin,
It's whateva put on the chedda man
but in the
its I-Beam time (fo sho)
chase cheese, rhyme till my give out,(fo sho)
this is it my nigga this what we boast
Now I'm here so your motherfuckin mouth...
And show me bitch..

[{Obie
I just love,
for the rest of my life, {I love you bitch}
I wanna hold you in the {Ha}
you thru the night.. {Hahaha}

I just love you,
for the rest of my {We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns}
I wanna hold you in the mornin, {we wanna love
Hold you thru the night.. {Ha, we dont wanna love bitches

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a mistique when I speak,
that you notice that sorta unique,
you know it's me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm matic the way I flow to this beat,
you cant sit
its like tryin to crack and go to sleep
i'm strap, just knowin any minute I could
i'm the of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully rappers so bad lyrically,
it aint even funny, I even hungry,
it even money, you cant pay me enough
for you to me
it's cock-amamie, you aint zanie enough to rock with Shady,
my is cock-adoodle, my clocks koo-koo,
I got loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodel
im just brutal, its no rumor, i'm uno
it,
there's no humor in it, no more you
i'm rollin with a bowlin ball in my bag,
you a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass..
[Em
you better me, bitch...

I just love, for the rest of my life,
I wanna you in the morning,
you through the night..

[Obie
(and all the say)

I just love,for the rest of my life,
I hold you in the morning,
you through the night..

3]
[(50 Cent) {Obie
my buzz is in the hood, they holla my name,
if it aint the flow,
its about the and the chain,
if I was you, i'd me too,
I roll like a boss, 9-11 pause same colour as sauce,
I gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was da bomb
then we find out he fuckin round bow wow bitch
nigga's eatin popcorn, right, the tape
now shorty momma in the precinct "RAPE!"
i'm man something really wrong with these hoe's,
I little Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose {God Damn}
use to listen to Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
the bitch put out a CD that did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)
that boy he determined not to fail,
that nigga whipped for his record to sell,
my back shot to help Ashanti hit high notes,
and Big Ben taught Charlie b to deep throat...