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[Verse 1 - Trice]
Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no
I in the game, profane no image
I came in the game, a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't a fuck about his child-ren
I the name though, never in vain no
Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't from fame
Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the road
don't understand what I came for
How I came fo', with a sold
Who say you can't grow from mildew and
money like Ross Perot
I'm often told, a the routes 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 know you wanna me at Sunoco
Show me that loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, slugs through your Polo
Just cause our thug solo
And po' zone grown folk, be a cold
Be-low, grieved up people
Be-lieve that the boy see no

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

2 - Obie Trice]
I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 it
Bright but violent, invite the
fight a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til these niggaz is silent
O. Trice from a trife
He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of
Maybe when the accounts light like a fire thin
I'm in the position to hire other then
Meanwhile I'm a virus like
A nigga crossover, Europeans
And the soldier's retirin, I buyin
Motherfuckers actin like you them
Who a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, juice and vitamins
No

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