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[Verse 1 - Obie
Yeah, Trice, real name no gimmicks
I came in the game, profane no
I came in the game, a name
I was given from a who ain't give a fuck 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 Ro', now they want my brains on the main road
They don't understand what I for
How I came fo', with a million
Who say you can't grow from mildew and
Gettin money like Perot
I'm told, a coffin's 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 a nigga home, no no
I you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show me that your loco put in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your
Just cause our roll solo
And po' zone grown folk, be a cold
Be-low, your grieved up
that the boy see no evil

[Chorus - Busta
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 like other niggaz, your pickin a psycho
OHH! See you should make instead of makin me become a psycho

2 - Obie Trice]
I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 it
but violent, invite the violence
Fist fight a fireman, be a
'Til these niggaz is silent
O. Trice a trife environment
He 'Rock's the no sight of retirin
Maybe when the bank accounts light a fire thin
I'm in the position to hire other clients
Meanwhile I'm a virus like
A nigga crossover, Europeans
And the soldier's retirin, I ain't
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 - Obie
A derelict who hustle
My heritage married the struggle
Like a couple of a unk's ago (yeah)
So this blood streams through my
Seems like I in touch
When the ass spoke
Nope, naw I was a preacher in oath
Sit on the bleachers and coke
The only you got through my dome
Niggaz yaffle so the gat'll be
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 in my home
This is rap, but I ain't so you clappin the zone
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 nigga Buzz bring the back here for 'em