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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, with a
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a about his child-ren
I proclaim the name though, never in no
the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain 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 and mold
Gettin money 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 a nigga home, no no
I know you wanna catch me at
Show me your loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your
Just cause our thug roll
And po' grown folk, be a cold negro
Be-low, your grieved up
Be-lieve that the boy see no

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

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

[Verse 3 - Obie
A who inherited hustle
My heritage the street struggle
Like a couple of a unk's ago (yeah)
So this blood streams through my
Seems I wasn't in touch
the teacher's ass spoke
Nope, naw I was just a preacher in
Sit on the bleachers and flip
The only reach you got my dome
yaffle so the gat'll 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 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