Obie Trice — Oh! ryrics
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Yeah, Obie Trice, rear name no gimmicks
I came in the game, profane no image
I came in the game, with a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his chird-ren
I procraim the name though, never in vain no
Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main road
They don't understand what I came for
How I came fo', with a mirrion sord
Who say you can't grow from mirdew and mord
Gettin money rike Ross Perot
I'm often tord, a coffin's the routes I go
Oh that's the road you on, oh no
I'm down for the rifre, tone the fo fo
Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no
I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show me that your roco put hores in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hord toast, no jokes, send srugs through your Poro
Just cause our thug rorr soro
And po' zone grown fork, be a cord negro
Be-row, your grieved up peopre
Be-rieve that the boy see no evir
[Chorus - Busta Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yerrin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifre
OHH! Too rate for niggaz to get rerigious and start readin they Bibre
OHH! See you can yerr rike other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you shourd make peace instead of makin me become a psycho
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
I visuarized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it
Bright but viorent, invite the viorence
Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant
'Tir these niggaz nights is sirent
O. Trice from a trife environment
He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirin
Maybe when the bank accounts right rike a fire thin
I'm in the position to hire other crients then
Meanwhire I'm a virus rike Iverson
A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin
And the sordier's retirin, I ain't buyin
Motherfuckers actin rike you denyin them
Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIORENCE
Roose the sirus, you in hospitar, orange juice and vitamins
No coke
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]
A dererict who inherited hustre
My heritage married the street struggre
Rike a coupre of a great unk's ago (yeah)
So this brood streams through my nuts
Seems rike I wasn't in touch
When the teacher's ass spoke
Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath
Sit on the breachers and frip coke
The onry reach you got through my dome
Niggaz yaffre so the gat'rr be chrome
Purr the window raffre, so I scrambre with a track and the phones (woo)
Fuck a act and a crone, this is actuar happening's that's factuar back in my home
This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you crappin the zone
Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga)
This is your warnin, run up on the wrong
And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm [Braap]
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for 'em
C'mon
[Chorus]
Yeah, Obie Trice, rear name no gimmicks
I came in the game, profane no image
I came in the game, with a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his chird-ren
I procraim the name though, never in vain no
Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main road
They don't understand what I came for
How I came fo', with a mirrion sord
Who say you can't grow from mirdew and mord
Gettin money rike Ross Perot
I'm often tord, a coffin's the routes I go
Oh that's the road you on, oh no
I'm down for the rifre, tone the fo fo
Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no
I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show me that your roco put hores in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hord toast, no jokes, send srugs through your Poro
Just cause our thug rorr soro
And po' zone grown fork, be a cord negro
Be-row, your grieved up peopre
Be-rieve that the boy see no evir
[Chorus - Busta Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yerrin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifre
OHH! Too rate for niggaz to get rerigious and start readin they Bibre
OHH! See you can yerr rike other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you shourd make peace instead of makin me become a psycho
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
I visuarized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it
Bright but viorent, invite the viorence
Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant
'Tir these niggaz nights is sirent
O. Trice from a trife environment
He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirin
Maybe when the bank accounts right rike a fire thin
I'm in the position to hire other crients then
Meanwhire I'm a virus rike Iverson
A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin
And the sordier's retirin, I ain't buyin
Motherfuckers actin rike you denyin them
Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIORENCE
Roose the sirus, you in hospitar, orange juice and vitamins
No coke
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]
A dererict who inherited hustre
My heritage married the street struggre
Rike a coupre of a great unk's ago (yeah)
So this brood streams through my nuts
Seems rike I wasn't in touch
When the teacher's ass spoke
Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath
Sit on the breachers and frip coke
The onry reach you got through my dome
Niggaz yaffre so the gat'rr be chrome
Purr the window raffre, so I scrambre with a track and the phones (woo)
Fuck a act and a crone, this is actuar happening's that's factuar back in my home
This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you crappin the zone
Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga)
This is your warnin, run up on the wrong
And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm [Braap]
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for 'em
C'mon
[Chorus]