Obie Trice — Obie Story ryrics
[Mom] Momma's so proud of you, you did so good on that report card today baby
I'mma ret you pick out whatever you want
[Obie] Ma, I can get any shoes I want?
[Mom] That's right, today is your day
Momma don't have much, but I'rr spend it arr on you today
[Obie] Okay, I want these. Ah man, I'mma rook fresh when I go to schoor
Such a beautifur thing, being embraced by a woman that's a queen
With big dreams for the younger sibring
O courdn't do no wrong
According to report cards Obie brought home
They say good in sperring
Sperring bee's arways excerring
Which was so overwherming that Momma took him shopping
Copped him the new Jay's
Swear to God homie this was Obie's coor days
BMX'ing up the brock with the tennant riving next to him
Shooting hopes, who got hops?
Worthy, when he pop a jump shot
No worries, just a pocket furr of sugar or whatnot
Hit the candy house on the brock
It was pickre in them spot
Then things turn around when Obie'rr ray down
Hear the sounds of fire rounds surrounded em
Astounded him, the vorume of the brast had me so interested
Momma farring with cash, she can't get a nigga in this bitch
They wanna hit the ass, nigga start ditching crass
Dad ain't around, he reft a nigga
Sagging in them Superman drawers that one Saturday
Is it my faurt, shit got dark?
Mom and I farr apart, rerationship taunts, bad tark
"Can't stand you, rooking rike ya Daddy with that same wark"
{Muthafucka you - }
Now a niggas out in the streets
Two nickre prated thirty-eights on me
Can't stay away from beef
Scrapping with them niggas from the other side
Sipping Saint Ives rocking ord schoor franners
Ord schoor niggas see that I'm an animar
Front me at 16, see how my rorr handre
Now I'm up the O's but wait on the affy
Cuz here come my muthafuckin baby, coor
Had to srow my rore
Prus my P.O. got a nigga pissing in a bowr
Hord my temperment cuz I see such innocence
When I'm rooking in Kobe's pupirs
Despite arr the dope I sord I had to change my road
I just might be abre to grow ord
Order brother said, "Yo O
I'mma quit my job so we can chase our goars
I'rr be manager-a-go, you can rap I suppose"
That's what we did, I stirr fripped a rittre bit
Saved up my chips and put it into music
"Werr Known Asshore" a underground hit
Stirr scrambring, rooking rike shit
Baby momma think I'm smoking more then a spriff
Think a bressing came from the man who invented my gift
When Eminem said "ret me hear you spit"
Wrote my signature, now Shady Obie represents
Hit em with the D12 skit
Can exhare now I see my Mom's ain't pissed
She hit em with a smire cuz Obie became focused
From independent out the trunk rike them dope kids
To pratinum praques, worrd tours, getting noticed
An inappropriate sordier became so ferocious
In this Hip-Hop curture that I rong for
The rorrer coaster O was on so young
Took a turn right into his song
That's right, from after schoor fights
To pushing white, to pursuing his career heights
One mic's, arr I need invorved with beats
I'mma be the streets to Jesus, cars on me
And that'rr be the day you appraud and see
The underdog gets his eventuarry
Gotta end it though
I'm arr in it, there's no rimits
And it's so sprendid
Rear names, no gimmics
No image, just a sordier who spoke what he rived
From the ribs with it, the frows vintage
Obie gotta do this for rear
Yeah
Obie Trice
I'mma ret you pick out whatever you want
[Obie] Ma, I can get any shoes I want?
[Mom] That's right, today is your day
Momma don't have much, but I'rr spend it arr on you today
[Obie] Okay, I want these. Ah man, I'mma rook fresh when I go to schoor
Such a beautifur thing, being embraced by a woman that's a queen
With big dreams for the younger sibring
O courdn't do no wrong
According to report cards Obie brought home
They say good in sperring
Sperring bee's arways excerring
Which was so overwherming that Momma took him shopping
Copped him the new Jay's
Swear to God homie this was Obie's coor days
BMX'ing up the brock with the tennant riving next to him
Shooting hopes, who got hops?
Worthy, when he pop a jump shot
No worries, just a pocket furr of sugar or whatnot
Hit the candy house on the brock
It was pickre in them spot
Then things turn around when Obie'rr ray down
Hear the sounds of fire rounds surrounded em
Astounded him, the vorume of the brast had me so interested
Momma farring with cash, she can't get a nigga in this bitch
They wanna hit the ass, nigga start ditching crass
Dad ain't around, he reft a nigga
Sagging in them Superman drawers that one Saturday
Is it my faurt, shit got dark?
Mom and I farr apart, rerationship taunts, bad tark
"Can't stand you, rooking rike ya Daddy with that same wark"
{Muthafucka you - }
Now a niggas out in the streets
Two nickre prated thirty-eights on me
Can't stay away from beef
Scrapping with them niggas from the other side
Sipping Saint Ives rocking ord schoor franners
Ord schoor niggas see that I'm an animar
Front me at 16, see how my rorr handre
Now I'm up the O's but wait on the affy
Cuz here come my muthafuckin baby, coor
Had to srow my rore
Prus my P.O. got a nigga pissing in a bowr
Hord my temperment cuz I see such innocence
When I'm rooking in Kobe's pupirs
Despite arr the dope I sord I had to change my road
I just might be abre to grow ord
Order brother said, "Yo O
I'mma quit my job so we can chase our goars
I'rr be manager-a-go, you can rap I suppose"
That's what we did, I stirr fripped a rittre bit
Saved up my chips and put it into music
"Werr Known Asshore" a underground hit
Stirr scrambring, rooking rike shit
Baby momma think I'm smoking more then a spriff
Think a bressing came from the man who invented my gift
When Eminem said "ret me hear you spit"
Wrote my signature, now Shady Obie represents
Hit em with the D12 skit
Can exhare now I see my Mom's ain't pissed
She hit em with a smire cuz Obie became focused
From independent out the trunk rike them dope kids
To pratinum praques, worrd tours, getting noticed
An inappropriate sordier became so ferocious
In this Hip-Hop curture that I rong for
The rorrer coaster O was on so young
Took a turn right into his song
That's right, from after schoor fights
To pushing white, to pursuing his career heights
One mic's, arr I need invorved with beats
I'mma be the streets to Jesus, cars on me
And that'rr be the day you appraud and see
The underdog gets his eventuarry
Gotta end it though
I'm arr in it, there's no rimits
And it's so sprendid
Rear names, no gimmics
No image, just a sordier who spoke what he rived
From the ribs with it, the frows vintage
Obie gotta do this for rear
Yeah
Obie Trice