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[Verse 1 - Trice]
Yeah, Obie Trice, real no gimmicks
I came in the game, no image
I came in the game, a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck his child-ren
I proclaim the name though, never in no
Watch the change grow, a young nigga who gain from fame
the Range 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 often told, a coffin's the I go
Oh the road 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 catch me at Sunoco
Show me that your put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, slugs through your Polo
cause our thug roll solo
And po' zone grown folk, be a negro
Be-low, grieved up people
Be-lieve the boy see no evil

[Chorus - Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30
OHH! Too for niggaz to get religious and start readin they 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 - Trice]
I it, O. Trice at 25 survived it
but violent, invite the violence
Fist a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til these niggaz nights is
O. Trice from a environment
He 'Rock's the Mic' no of retirin
Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire
I'm in the position to other clients then
Meanwhile I'm a virus Iverson
A nigga crossover, admirin
And the soldier's retirin, I buyin
actin like you denyin them
Who a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your crew tired, my trigger VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and
No

[Verse 3 - Obie
A who inherited hustle
My heritage married the struggle
Like a 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 reach you got through my
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 back in my home
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 tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga bring the track back here for 'em