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

[Obie
Nigga's I'm still (yeah...)
I'm hearin those sirens
I'm still gettin chased by lights
the light's lime and my mic's on
And my is none because I'm writin more
And I ain't here to meet a in this business
I'm here to eat, speak untill 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 craps on
and that yak 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 give out,(fo sho)
is it my nigga this what we boast about
Now I'm here so shut your mouth...
And show me bitch..

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

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

2]
[(Eminem)]
There's a mistique when I speak,
you notice that it's sorta unique,
cause you know it's me, my deep,
and i'm still matic the way I flow to beat,
you cant sit
its like to smoke crack and go to sleep
i'm strap, just any minute I could snap
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush
I these rappers so bad lyrically,
it aint even funny, I even hungry,
it aint 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 with a swollen bowlin in my bag,
you need a fag to come and a new hole in my ass..
[Em
you love me, bitch...

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

[Obie
(and all the say)

I just wanna love,for the of my life,
I hold you in the morning,
Hold you the night..

3]
[(50 Cent) {Obie
my buzz is in the hood, they holla my name,
if it about the flow,
its the stones and the chain,
if I was you, i'd me too,
I like a boss, 9-11 pause same colour as cranberry sauce,
I aint gonna front, I R-Kelly was da bomb
then we find out he round with bow wow bitch
nigga's popcorn, right, rewinding the tape
now momma in the precinct hollar'in "RAPE!"
i'm convinced man something wrong with these hoe's,
I thought little Kim was hot til she started fuckin wit her nose Damn}
use to listen to Lauren 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,
nigga whipped butt-ass for his record to sell,
my back shot to help hit them high notes,
and Big Ben taught b moore to deep throat...