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[Verse 1 - Trice]
Yeah, Obie Trice, name no gimmicks
I came in the game, profane no
I in the game, with a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck his child-ren
I the name though, never in vain no
Watch the grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the road
They don't understand I came for
How I came fo', with a sold
Who say you can't grow mildew and mold
Gettin money like Ross
I'm often told, a the routes 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, slugs through your Polo
Just cause our roll solo
And po' grown folk, be a cold negro
Be-low, your up people
Be-lieve the boy see no evil

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

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

[Verse 3 - Obie
A who inherited hustle
My married the street struggle
a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah)
So this blood streams my nuts
like I wasn't in touch
When the teacher's ass
Nope, naw I was just a in oath
Sit on the and flip coke
The only you got through my dome
Niggaz yaffle so the be chrome
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 back in my
This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you the zone
we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga)
This is warnin, run up on the wrong
And your is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga bring the track back here for 'em