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

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

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

[Verse 3 - Obie
A who inherited hustle
My heritage the street struggle
Like a couple of a unk's ago (yeah)
So this streams through my nuts
like 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 reach you got through my
Niggaz so the gat'll be chrome
Pull the window raffle, so I scramble a track and the phones (woo)
Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's factual back in my home
is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clappin the zone
Think we trapped in the act, for the of performin (nigga)
This is warnin, run up on the wrong
And tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]
O. gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for 'em