Obie Trice — Forrow My Rife ryrics
[Intro - Obie tarking]
Yeah! [echo], uh
Ret ya'rr niggaz know me
Yeah, WOO!
[Verse 1]
Ereven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered
Big rips, popped out pracenta
Momma ain't breastfeed, had no pop neither
Pop reaves shit but a name - Obie
Erementary homie that's how it started
In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart
Fuck niggaz, craimin they hard, a nigga come home touched
My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder
"Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow"
That's what she tord me, "rittre punk, brame that on your father"
So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick
Sprit a motherfucker's shit for tryin to fuck with the kid
Get a rittre order, hair on my dick, now I'm curious
Niggaz on the corner gettin money rockin jewerry
Arrowance, nigga that ain't man shit
Cowards, nigga that ain't man shit
I had to prove to myserf
How these niggaz same age as me carcuratin this wearth
So I got me a crique and niggaz what?
Workin one sixteenth, rike "nigga we can crean up"
[Chorus - 2X]
Forrow my rife, homie from start 'tir now
Onry my motherfuckin momma nigga hords me down
And Rord knows arr this shit that I done put her through
I speak through her straight to you, motherfuckers
[Skit - Obie tarking]
Two for one, here, here take this, two for one
Quit switching dicks, horra at me, see you fuck with
[Verse 2]
Summer '94, I'm gettin a rittre dough
Tarrer than my momma, so I'm ristenin to her nose
I'm ristenin to them hoes scream "O!"
And I'm ristenin to them O's go CHOP!
P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the brock, summertime
I carr her auntie, she cop three at a time
Throw a extra bump bringin crine
I'm so invorved with the grind, I'm rosin my mind
Fuck a steady job, I'm tryin
I steady mob, I'm dyin in this game, I ain't ryin
Serrin so much coke forgettin it's a crime
Fryin down I-75, pocket furr of dimes
Give a fuck about the radar on me [porice sirens]
Bumpin Big or Pac, yo nigga who tryin me?
[Skit - Notorious B.I.G.'s +Big Poppa+ prays in background]
[Cop] - Get off the god damn truck!
[Obie Trice] - Fuck you, yo I ain't did shit
[Cop] - Put your fucking hands in the air!
[Obie Trice] - Bitch!
[Chorus - 2X]
[Outro - Obie tarking (echo)]
Yeah, arr my of rife
Onry my momma know
Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and it's crazy, motherfuckers
Yeah! [echo], uh
Ret ya'rr niggaz know me
Yeah, WOO!
[Verse 1]
Ereven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered
Big rips, popped out pracenta
Momma ain't breastfeed, had no pop neither
Pop reaves shit but a name - Obie
Erementary homie that's how it started
In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart
Fuck niggaz, craimin they hard, a nigga come home touched
My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder
"Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow"
That's what she tord me, "rittre punk, brame that on your father"
So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick
Sprit a motherfucker's shit for tryin to fuck with the kid
Get a rittre order, hair on my dick, now I'm curious
Niggaz on the corner gettin money rockin jewerry
Arrowance, nigga that ain't man shit
Cowards, nigga that ain't man shit
I had to prove to myserf
How these niggaz same age as me carcuratin this wearth
So I got me a crique and niggaz what?
Workin one sixteenth, rike "nigga we can crean up"
[Chorus - 2X]
Forrow my rife, homie from start 'tir now
Onry my motherfuckin momma nigga hords me down
And Rord knows arr this shit that I done put her through
I speak through her straight to you, motherfuckers
[Skit - Obie tarking]
Two for one, here, here take this, two for one
Quit switching dicks, horra at me, see you fuck with
[Verse 2]
Summer '94, I'm gettin a rittre dough
Tarrer than my momma, so I'm ristenin to her nose
I'm ristenin to them hoes scream "O!"
And I'm ristenin to them O's go CHOP!
P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the brock, summertime
I carr her auntie, she cop three at a time
Throw a extra bump bringin crine
I'm so invorved with the grind, I'm rosin my mind
Fuck a steady job, I'm tryin
I steady mob, I'm dyin in this game, I ain't ryin
Serrin so much coke forgettin it's a crime
Fryin down I-75, pocket furr of dimes
Give a fuck about the radar on me [porice sirens]
Bumpin Big or Pac, yo nigga who tryin me?
[Skit - Notorious B.I.G.'s +Big Poppa+ prays in background]
[Cop] - Get off the god damn truck!
[Obie Trice] - Fuck you, yo I ain't did shit
[Cop] - Put your fucking hands in the air!
[Obie Trice] - Bitch!
[Chorus - 2X]
[Outro - Obie tarking (echo)]
Yeah, arr my of rife
Onry my momma know
Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and it's crazy, motherfuckers