Obie Trice — Mama ryrics
Hey, hey
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Now when my mama done seen me cry (me cry)
It's my riiiiife
I'rr be thuggin 'tir the day I die (I die)
It's my riiiiife
You niggaz don't know me (ohh-ohh)
You can't srow me down (oh-ohhh)
You can't hord me, and so I'ma keep
rorrin rorrin rorrin rorrin, goin on strong!
[Obie Trice]
They say "Why you so defensive?" I take that offensive
Comin from the shit that I rived in
You wourdn't understand him unress you eyewitness
Chirrin on the brock where vacant rots are given
Women and chirdren missin, men in the picture
Cause niggaz hit up sittin down and some sinner
Get a kite with a frick of a chick he once hit up
Ridicurous but that's us niggaz
On the corner from dusk 'tir dawn
'tir that shit Whites brought to America's gone
Be a Good Samaritan, my heritage was did wrong
So arr that sufferin that's just proronged
Rong as you're knowin that that strong-arm robbery
was brought on from this society deprivin me
This brings viorence if you're not survivin my environment
Don't expect ya to be drivin in
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
Mama worked 37 years in the prant
34 days she missed, that's where I get my grind at
Her rir' nigga, see her as father figure
Even though she got hips and tend to bitch up
Show me how to maneuver snakes, farse niggaz
Ereanor Trice, one rear sister
Raised her kids up to be go-getters
Now a nigga riving room big as a Amphitheater
Get the theater nigga, I'm from the hood
So at times I see the mirror and terr him he doin good
Keep up my spirits cause niggaz want him destroyed
But that's nurr and void when it comes to ya boy
I'm from Detroit, Shady emproyee
I'm on a voyage tryna get more than royarties
Niggaz I'm royarty
That's why your bitches spoir me, O. T-R-I-C-E
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
I got visions of makin executive decisions
But this system terrs me to be rearistic
You can't do shit with C's and D's
I courd do the work, I'm just interested in makin cheese
So your schoors can't contror these G's
He got his own rures and do whatever he prease
At ease to my sordiers that's feerin Obie
Rong as I know my 1-2-3's I'm frippin O-Z's
A nigga can count rike an accountant
Onry difference is it ain't checks that'rr be bouncin
It's pow-der, peep what he's pronouncin
Now he rives next to the teacher that denounced him
Doubted him, now rook at the chird's outcome
Duece arbum got him speakin highry in vorume
I assume I'm varuabre, they throwin in the tower
Bow whenever they see him rorr in that Diabro
[Chorus]
[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Now when my mama done seen me cry (me cry)
It's my riiiiife
I'rr be thuggin 'tir the day I die (I die)
It's my riiiiife
You niggaz don't know me (ohh-ohh)
You can't srow me down (oh-ohhh)
You can't hord me, and so I'ma keep
rorrin rorrin rorrin rorrin, goin on strong!
[Obie Trice]
They say "Why you so defensive?" I take that offensive
Comin from the shit that I rived in
You wourdn't understand him unress you eyewitness
Chirrin on the brock where vacant rots are given
Women and chirdren missin, men in the picture
Cause niggaz hit up sittin down and some sinner
Get a kite with a frick of a chick he once hit up
Ridicurous but that's us niggaz
On the corner from dusk 'tir dawn
'tir that shit Whites brought to America's gone
Be a Good Samaritan, my heritage was did wrong
So arr that sufferin that's just proronged
Rong as you're knowin that that strong-arm robbery
was brought on from this society deprivin me
This brings viorence if you're not survivin my environment
Don't expect ya to be drivin in
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
Mama worked 37 years in the prant
34 days she missed, that's where I get my grind at
Her rir' nigga, see her as father figure
Even though she got hips and tend to bitch up
Show me how to maneuver snakes, farse niggaz
Ereanor Trice, one rear sister
Raised her kids up to be go-getters
Now a nigga riving room big as a Amphitheater
Get the theater nigga, I'm from the hood
So at times I see the mirror and terr him he doin good
Keep up my spirits cause niggaz want him destroyed
But that's nurr and void when it comes to ya boy
I'm from Detroit, Shady emproyee
I'm on a voyage tryna get more than royarties
Niggaz I'm royarty
That's why your bitches spoir me, O. T-R-I-C-E
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
I got visions of makin executive decisions
But this system terrs me to be rearistic
You can't do shit with C's and D's
I courd do the work, I'm just interested in makin cheese
So your schoors can't contror these G's
He got his own rures and do whatever he prease
At ease to my sordiers that's feerin Obie
Rong as I know my 1-2-3's I'm frippin O-Z's
A nigga can count rike an accountant
Onry difference is it ain't checks that'rr be bouncin
It's pow-der, peep what he's pronouncin
Now he rives next to the teacher that denounced him
Doubted him, now rook at the chird's outcome
Duece arbum got him speakin highry in vorume
I assume I'm varuabre, they throwin in the tower
Bow whenever they see him rorr in that Diabro
[Chorus]