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

[Obie
I'm still grindin (yeah...)
I'm still hearin those
I'm gettin chased by those lights
the light's lime and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writin
And I here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak these hoes feel this {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 back tourin,
It's put that on the chedda man
but in the
its I-Beam time (fo sho)
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice out,(fo sho)
this is it my nigga this what we about
Now I'm here so your motherfuckin mouth...
And show me bitch..

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

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

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a mistique when I speak,
that you that it's sorta unique,
you know it's me, my poetry's deep,
and i'm still the way I flow to this beat,
you sit still
its like tryin to smoke and go to sleep
i'm strap, just knowin any minute I could
i'm the of what would happen if Bush rapped
I these rappers so bad lyrically,
it aint funny, I aint even hungry,
it even money, you cant pay me enough
for you to me
it's cock-amamie, you just zanie enough to rock with Shady,
my is cock-adoodle, my clocks koo-koo,
I got loose, yeahhh, the whole kitten-kaboodel
im brutal, its no rumor, i'm numoro uno
it,
there's no humor in it, no you know
i'm rollin a swollen 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 hold 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,
Hold you the night..

3]
[(50 Cent) Trice}]
my buzz is in the hood, they holla my name,
if it about 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 as cranberry sauce,
I aint front, I thought R-Kelly was da bomb
then we find out he fuckin round with bow wow
nigga's eatin popcorn, right, rewinding the
now shorty momma in the precinct "RAPE!"
i'm convinced man really wrong with these hoe's,
I thought little Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose {God
use to to Lauren Hill and tap my feet, (Obie Trice)
then the put out a CD that did'nt have no beat, (uh-ha)
boy De-angelo he determined not to fail,
that nigga whipped butt-ass for his to sell,
my back to help Ashanti hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught b moore to deep throat...