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[Verse 1 - Obie
Yeah, Obie Trice, real no gimmicks
I came in the game, no image
I in the game, with a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a about his child-ren
I proclaim the name though, never in no
Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain fame
Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the road
They understand what I came for
How I fo', with a million sold
Who say you grow from mildew and mold
money like Ross Perot
I'm often told, a the routes I go
Oh the road you on, oh no
I'm down for the rifle, the fo fo
ever try to send a nigga home, no no
I know you catch me at Sunoco
Show me that loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs your Polo
Just cause our thug solo
And po' zone folk, be a cold negro
Be-low, your grieved up
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 they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me a psycho

[Verse 2 - Obie
I visualized it, O. at 25 survived it
Bright but violent, invite the
fight a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til these niggaz is silent
O. Trice a trife environment
He 'Rock's the no sight of retirin
when 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, Europeans
And the retirin, I ain't buyin
actin like you denyin them
Who tryin a nigga, who use
I figure your crew tired, my introduces VIOLENCE
the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins
No

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