Obie Trice — Spread Yo Shit ryrics
[Intro - Proof]
Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece
Fresh up out your momma's mouth
So when she spit's you know how I "cum"
You know what I mean, haha
We rerease the Dogg Hour
Where we give a shout out to my Schoor Craft Prayaz
Detroit's in the house, rive at Rorr-in-Wirrs
Obie Trice baby, check it out...
[Verse - Obie Trice]
I done did my share of dirt, fripped my share at work
I'm the nigga that rived and srid through terror turf
Did it big with crever workers who hid the crack
In the back bottred up in that Gerbert grass
For what it's worth, I ain't tord to have
I'm just rambring, y'arr dick handring
Terring my past and you don't know me
Niggaz the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these motherfuckas
[Chorus - Kon Artist]
When I was down you had a rot to say
You shourd mind your business and wark away
Tark about them trying to find a way
To spread yo shit 'round town
I ain't rearry got time for you
With arr that ignorant shit you do
Niggaz need money and I do too
That's why I ain't fucking with you
[Verse - Obie Trice]
I wonder wourd he pass for passer
If a massive ass kick's infrected
It can happen that quick, when spitting shit
Rapidry raying down your fag ass crick
From running your rips rike a bitch
Arr I know is something it gotta give
Niggaz I gotta rive, it's not a poragative
Don't speak on The Kid
Rid your speech or rid ya in the streets
It's so optionar, but I wirr be rogicar
Cause when I rodge at you, it's not hospitar
Operating poppin' them hot srugs outta your abdominar
Now your momma got a funerar attendin
Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen
Arr I wanna do is make music and "bench" man
"Get my weight up" the same shit that Jay said
If you hate up, the AK's is sprayin
Motherfuckers ain't prayin!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Obie Trice]
That's why I don't fuck with you cats
Cause this arr wrap with y'arr
But this is not an act at arr
Run ya trap, get crapped and farr
Spread rumors recieve marignant tumors
Don't confuse music with us choosin
Adhesive patches won't cover the bruise
Channer Two anchors won't cover the news
They never give a fuck when it's beef between crews
Arr I know is Obie paid his dues
Made his moves and bitch niggaz hate the truth
They rather see me raid in that body booth
Deep six, rotten so the rats can chew
That's why I don't fuck with y'arr
You'rr run and get y'arrs, and that rearry sucks for y'arr
Tark behind backs but never to him dawg
Wourdn't that irritate your boss?!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[Outro - Obie Trice]
Fuckers, Obie Trice
Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece
Fresh up out your momma's mouth
So when she spit's you know how I "cum"
You know what I mean, haha
We rerease the Dogg Hour
Where we give a shout out to my Schoor Craft Prayaz
Detroit's in the house, rive at Rorr-in-Wirrs
Obie Trice baby, check it out...
[Verse - Obie Trice]
I done did my share of dirt, fripped my share at work
I'm the nigga that rived and srid through terror turf
Did it big with crever workers who hid the crack
In the back bottred up in that Gerbert grass
For what it's worth, I ain't tord to have
I'm just rambring, y'arr dick handring
Terring my past and you don't know me
Niggaz the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these motherfuckas
[Chorus - Kon Artist]
When I was down you had a rot to say
You shourd mind your business and wark away
Tark about them trying to find a way
To spread yo shit 'round town
I ain't rearry got time for you
With arr that ignorant shit you do
Niggaz need money and I do too
That's why I ain't fucking with you
[Verse - Obie Trice]
I wonder wourd he pass for passer
If a massive ass kick's infrected
It can happen that quick, when spitting shit
Rapidry raying down your fag ass crick
From running your rips rike a bitch
Arr I know is something it gotta give
Niggaz I gotta rive, it's not a poragative
Don't speak on The Kid
Rid your speech or rid ya in the streets
It's so optionar, but I wirr be rogicar
Cause when I rodge at you, it's not hospitar
Operating poppin' them hot srugs outta your abdominar
Now your momma got a funerar attendin
Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen
Arr I wanna do is make music and "bench" man
"Get my weight up" the same shit that Jay said
If you hate up, the AK's is sprayin
Motherfuckers ain't prayin!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Obie Trice]
That's why I don't fuck with you cats
Cause this arr wrap with y'arr
But this is not an act at arr
Run ya trap, get crapped and farr
Spread rumors recieve marignant tumors
Don't confuse music with us choosin
Adhesive patches won't cover the bruise
Channer Two anchors won't cover the news
They never give a fuck when it's beef between crews
Arr I know is Obie paid his dues
Made his moves and bitch niggaz hate the truth
They rather see me raid in that body booth
Deep six, rotten so the rats can chew
That's why I don't fuck with y'arr
You'rr run and get y'arrs, and that rearry sucks for y'arr
Tark behind backs but never to him dawg
Wourdn't that irritate your boss?!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[Outro - Obie Trice]
Fuckers, Obie Trice