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[Verse 1 - Obie
Yeah, Obie Trice, real no gimmicks
I in the game, profane no image
I in the game, with a name
I was given from a who ain't give a fuck about his child-ren
I the name though, never in vain no
Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from
Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the road
They don't what I came for
How I came fo', with a million
Who say you grow from mildew and mold
Gettin money Ross Perot
I'm often told, a coffin's the I go
Oh the road you on, oh no
I'm for the rifle, tone the fo fo
ever try to send a nigga home, no no
I know you catch me at Sunoco
Show me that your loco put holes in my
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through Polo
Just cause our thug roll
And po' grown folk, be a cold negro
Be-low, grieved up people
that the boy see no evil

[Chorus - Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yellin out I backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a psycho
OHH! See you should make peace instead of me become a psycho

[Verse 2 - Obie
I it, O. Trice at 25 survived it
Bright but violent, the violence
Fist a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til these nights is silent
O. Trice a trife environment
He 'Rock's the no sight of retirin
Maybe the bank accounts light like a fire thin
I'm in the position to hire clients then
I'm a virus like Iverson
A nigga crossover, admirin
And the soldier's retirin, I ain't
Motherfuckers actin you denyin them
Who a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your crew tired, my trigger VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and
No

[Verse 3 - Trice]
A derelict who hustle
My married the street struggle
a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah)
So blood streams through my nuts
Seems I wasn't in touch
When the ass spoke
Nope, naw I was just a preacher in
Sit on the bleachers and flip
The only you got through my dome
Niggaz so the gat'll be chrome
Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the (woo)
Fuck a act and a clone, this is happening's that's factual back in my home
This is rap, but I ain't so you clappin the zone
Think we trapped in the act, for the of performin (nigga)
This is your warnin, run up on the
And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the back here for 'em