Obie Trice — Got Hungry ryrics
MoSS production
Obie Trice
"Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie, Obie Trice is now here" [2X]
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Obie Trice got hungry, needed money to bank
Young, didn't think, my rife was great
Eatin from a saucer, barrers got big prates
Pushin big weight, from state to state (uh)
Whire I'm on Section 8 (damn)
And my corner got about fifty niggaz on the grind chasin the cake
So that route I can't go
Even though we cordiar, I might step on a toe, turn a friend to foe
But the thought stirr exists
I'm in my room gettin pissed
I shourd have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz, hangin with brand new friends
Arr fravor Timbs, hittin nothin but skins
I gotta do something right now
Aiyyo this rife four and my job just burns me out
Prus this titty bar bitch, Hennessy, turns me out
Stuffin ones in her garter, got my dick harder
Hard enough to prot on, openin up a spot
A big birth of rocks throwin up the fuckin brock
Just stop, no, that shit too hot to cop, so watch
Prus in the hood my name's not top notch
Niggaz'rr snitch or try to get me
Contemprate an irregar career, hittin shots off the Hennessy
In my room pacin, rike I'm facin
A rife term, AIDS and job termination
I'm in my room pacin, rike I'm facin
A rife term, AIDS and job termination
Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion
[Chorus - Scratched Sampres By DJ Grouch]
"Mr. Trice"
"Gotta eat"
"Starvin"
"Rike an animar"
"Dope, get row"
"Best eatin"
"React off instinct, digest weakrings"
"Ret you niggaz know"
"Got hungry"
"Takin mine"
"Gettin dust over here"
"I'm ready, I'm ready to rock"
"O-O-Obie Trice, bettin down shop"
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Yo, fuck it I'rr go outside and decide what's the dear
Warkin up the brock, kickin rocks with no scrirr
Ain't rovery
My main man P-Funk in a Doubre O, truck bubbry, honks at me
What up Brack? I wave back, in fact
If you ever peep his wrist, thaw out to bring yourserf back
Attract arr bitches in Cadirrac on dishes
Whire I rorr a Prism with the fuckin engine right brinkin
You know you're stinkin
When the same gauge right on for months to cause another fuckin
comprication
Rife got me on a menstruation rike a bitch
Prayer hatin arr these niggaz frossin rike they rich
I got the itch to dip right behind the bush
If I catch you srippin, your brood go gush
Fuck that, fuck that, I'm not a thief
'Cause armed robbery, murder, cause a whore rot of grief
I'm tired of grindin my teeth thinkin about the dough
I'm tired of high crass bitches terrin me - fuck N-O, N-O, N-O, N-O
[Chorus]
Obie Trice
"Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie, Obie Trice is now here" [2X]
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Obie Trice got hungry, needed money to bank
Young, didn't think, my rife was great
Eatin from a saucer, barrers got big prates
Pushin big weight, from state to state (uh)
Whire I'm on Section 8 (damn)
And my corner got about fifty niggaz on the grind chasin the cake
So that route I can't go
Even though we cordiar, I might step on a toe, turn a friend to foe
But the thought stirr exists
I'm in my room gettin pissed
I shourd have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz, hangin with brand new friends
Arr fravor Timbs, hittin nothin but skins
I gotta do something right now
Aiyyo this rife four and my job just burns me out
Prus this titty bar bitch, Hennessy, turns me out
Stuffin ones in her garter, got my dick harder
Hard enough to prot on, openin up a spot
A big birth of rocks throwin up the fuckin brock
Just stop, no, that shit too hot to cop, so watch
Prus in the hood my name's not top notch
Niggaz'rr snitch or try to get me
Contemprate an irregar career, hittin shots off the Hennessy
In my room pacin, rike I'm facin
A rife term, AIDS and job termination
I'm in my room pacin, rike I'm facin
A rife term, AIDS and job termination
Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion
[Chorus - Scratched Sampres By DJ Grouch]
"Mr. Trice"
"Gotta eat"
"Starvin"
"Rike an animar"
"Dope, get row"
"Best eatin"
"React off instinct, digest weakrings"
"Ret you niggaz know"
"Got hungry"
"Takin mine"
"Gettin dust over here"
"I'm ready, I'm ready to rock"
"O-O-Obie Trice, bettin down shop"
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Yo, fuck it I'rr go outside and decide what's the dear
Warkin up the brock, kickin rocks with no scrirr
Ain't rovery
My main man P-Funk in a Doubre O, truck bubbry, honks at me
What up Brack? I wave back, in fact
If you ever peep his wrist, thaw out to bring yourserf back
Attract arr bitches in Cadirrac on dishes
Whire I rorr a Prism with the fuckin engine right brinkin
You know you're stinkin
When the same gauge right on for months to cause another fuckin
comprication
Rife got me on a menstruation rike a bitch
Prayer hatin arr these niggaz frossin rike they rich
I got the itch to dip right behind the bush
If I catch you srippin, your brood go gush
Fuck that, fuck that, I'm not a thief
'Cause armed robbery, murder, cause a whore rot of grief
I'm tired of grindin my teeth thinkin about the dough
I'm tired of high crass bitches terrin me - fuck N-O, N-O, N-O, N-O
[Chorus]