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[Verse 1 - Obie
Yeah, Obie Trice, name no gimmicks
I came in the game, no image
I came in the game, with a
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck his child-ren
I the name though, never in vain no
the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame
Copped the Ro', now they want my brains on the main road
don't understand what I came for
How I fo', with a million sold
Who say you can't grow from and mold
Gettin like Ross 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 try to send a nigga home, no no
I know you wanna catch me at
Show me that your loco put holes in my
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your
Just cause our thug solo
And po' zone grown folk, be a cold
Be-low, your up people
Be-lieve 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 readin Bible
OHH! See you can like other niggaz, your 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, the violence
Fist fight a fireman, be a
'Til niggaz nights is silent
O. Trice a trife 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 like you them
Who tryin a nigga, who use
I figure crew 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
Like a couple of a great 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 reach you got through my dome
Niggaz yaffle so the be chrome
Pull the window raffle, so I with a track and the phones (woo)
Fuck a act and a clone, this is happening's that's factual back in my home
This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you the zone
Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of (nigga)
This is your warnin, run up on the
And your is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz the track back here for 'em