OBIE TRICE – What You Want

You just a shiesty ass nigga, O!
You never get work from us
Come around here we all just gon’ fuck you up
So damn shiesty, matter fact
Nigga what the fuck you want?!
Man we gon’ fuck yo’ ass up
Yo, yo

[Obie Trice]
Aiyyo I shoot up the block
Tell my nigga P front me a quarter rock
(What up O? Nigga, ain’t shit for free!)
But you know me, I’m Obie, down the street your little homie!
(Yeah here man, take it, but remember nigga you owe me)
Yeah whatever, how I look payin him back?
I keep the scratch, to get my mother mouse traps
Chillin with Rich, I might snatch his gat
I’m just playin the game man! (Fuck that, gimme my gun back)
Shit, where I’m at I gets no respect
Done fucked over folks, they wanna break my neck
I can’t show my face, always meetin new friends
Cause new friends equals new Timbs, they spend

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What you want Obie? Leave me alone!
No you can’t use my fuckin cell phone!
What you want Obie? Get off my dick!
No you can’t borrow, buy your own shit!

[Obie Trice]
“What you want Obie?” Hand-me-downs motherfucker
And don’t hand me frowns when I snatch the Timbs sweater
Exit the room before me wouldn’t be smart
Cause snatchin your personal belongings is my art
Get caught? Doubt it
I make a nigga believe (I) bought it
And change the subject, that’s the object of it
Sell representative of self
Hit the liquor store, make you forget the fifth on my shelf
Cause Obie had yo’ mind on some’n else
I figure shit, the fifth’s for me!
Fuck the third party
Me and your bitch can drink the whole fifth Bacardi
Fuck her brains out ’til she start payin money
I know it sounds self-centered, I’m self-aware
But to self-scutinize, I don’t really care

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
“What you want Obie?” Bill Gates to meet
So I can purchase tapes from BMG
I can get his Hancock, and watch what you see
My whole block livin fair like (Prince in Bel-Air)
Instead of broken stairs and boarded up window
Little Jacques deliver rock in his limo
Until then, I’ll utilize friends
Catch you slippin, I might be drivin your Benz

[Chorus]

[Outro]
“What you want Obie?”
Yeah, what you want nigga? What you want?
All y’all out there, yeah
Get your own – get your own
These young brothers carryin chromes
Ready to come get they shit, yeah
You shit on the next man, he gon’ shit on you back
Knahmean? Sing it to ‘em
Shit on him he’ll shit you back
Without a doubt, I’m off this track

OBIE TRICE – Ups & Downs

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
I’ve been up, and I’ve been down
And I had this world kick me around
But I bounce back, now take a look at me now
Say I don’t trust them, I don’t trust them hoes
I see my dreams in front of me unfold
And this crazy world is oh so cold
And to my seed, let the story be told
Never did trust them, I don’t trust them hoes

[Obie Trice]
Yea; they back-stab ya, with no malice
Rat bastards, grown men turn faggots
You could shake a nigga hand ’til your palm get calluses
Calculate grams with ‘em, tally up math and he
still turn around and leave you stiff, paralysis
If we was parallel this possibly wouldn’t happen
It would just be a myth
And all that envious shit wouldn’t exist
Since this stimulates some niggaz to spit
I let ‘em smell the stench when a nigga’s pushin the six
We could take it to that extent, wait a minute, let ‘em vent
Vicious niggaz incubators, shit could made it then
Replace them with real gentlemen
These feminine faggots shouldn’t have been on this planet
They send the niggaz upstate to they grandpappy’s
Puttin nothin past these tattlin bastards

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
There you got groupie chicks goin at him
Fabricatin what happened, just to platinum they clothes
It’s a patter-n, they want you to man-handle ‘em
’til they ass exposed
Put you on the news, she a nuisance
It take two to tango but she don’t think so
Hoes is abusive so I drink slow
I realize the future when I mingle
Hoes set you up, so rough they
forget the hoe they were
They focus on false shit what didn’t occur
Deceive detectives, statements are blurred
Reversin what virtually happened with her
Her don’t trust
Baby we just had a burr
She willingly lift up her skirt, Your Honor

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Now see this industry’s risky if you ain’t 50
They don’t mark your dollars
You see Interscope’s iffy, if he sell less than
multi-million dollar copies they drop him
See, Jimmy’s watchin
If he, purchase my product
O might have options, show progress
Longest most y’all coppin
The nonsense is opposite of him
Props givin when the projects shows profit
This process is hard for most artists
If he ain’t targetted as what’s poppin
This is not O. Trice’s problem
Real name, no gimmicks, get it regardless
Steel guard up, don’t trust A&R’s cause
if they knew music we’ll be much farther

[Chorus]

[unknown signer]
Hoe, dust off and bust, the rest of us
Ha-ha ha ha ha ha-ha
Don’t trust them, I don’t trust them
Na-na na na
She lyin while you’re cryin them tears
But I been schooled by these streets for years
I don’t trust them, I don’t trust them
Na-na na na, na-na na na, na-na na na
Na-na na na, na-na na na… [fades out]

OBIE TRICE – Spill My Drink

Yeah…
Let me get right

Muh’fuckers poppin at me
Baby mama say I can’t, be the pappy all this propaganda with my family
E’rything I got wasn’t hand to me
Had to hit the block so gradually became the man I be (be, be)
Sorry that my pop wasn’t a man to me
Had to opt for different boyfriends my mammy handed me
Performin mammograms on her while I play Atari
Scarred me, horribly, horribly [sips drink]
Lock that thought out, but at times I lose perspective
No disrespect but I was forced to think reckless
In and out of courts for usin illegal methods
Guess them poor choices left us disconnected
The one who points the finger got four for pointin back
Nothin can come between us, I’m hopin you knowin that
And if I let you down can’t keep holdin it on my back
I gotta stay focused where my sanity’s at, sanity’s at

[Chorus:]
Dodgin all these darts in my thoughts I seek
Can’t let these people spill my drink
I’ma mob like a boss ’til I’m off in my casket’s reach
Won’t let these niggaz spill my drink
I’m ridin through the city sippin Henny with my thoughts in sync
Can’t let these niggaz spill my drink
To my niggaz gettin money still hungry tryin to stay on your feet
Don’t let these niggaz spill yo’ drink (drink, drink)

E’rybody lookin at me, like the boy lookin scraggly
Since he ain’t with Shady like, e’rything collapsed behind me
A contract don’t define me
It just reminds me that I’m givin up my paper to sign me
And with the dismay of my record release delay I
see who was close, somehow they slipped away now
Price to pay when you ball then get on your A.I.
Crossover was cold, now O’s under the radar
To e’rything I cherish gotta be re-established
All cause the marriage didn’t succeed, it perished
The characters I used to feed all vanished
Left me on my knees, bleedin with no bandages
No gauze when I fall, but even through it all
I handled this way to ball, mechanics is
kept at a hundred, them other niggaz is amateurs
Guess that’s the law of averages – eww

[Chorus]

So even when you’re dreamin and I’m, intervenin demons
Get to, workin on your inner bein, let ‘em know you see ‘em
When the G that’s within got ya, infra-red schemin
Keep me in your head instead, you don’t need to bleed ‘em
Cause a boat with no anchor is a boat that’s gon’ sail
You don’t even need them folks, all’s well
May they all burn in hell, cause when all else fails
You the truth, your blue glass won’t spill

[Chorus]

OBIE TRICE feat. Drey Skonie – Spend The Day

BME, Obie Trice
All I need is 1440 minutes wit’chu baby
Drey Skonie c’mon

[Chorus: Drey Skonie (Obie)]
Tell me what you want (what you want)
You can have it babe (you can have it)
It don’t matter, what it is
Girl you can have your way (it’s your way baby)
And I don’t care ’bout money
I’ll spend it anyway (it’s what we do)
Just imagine what I’d do for you
Just spend the day with meeeeeeeeee, ohhhh
Spend the day with meeeeeeeeee, ohhhh
Just spend the day with me

[Obie Trice]
What the problem is? Ain’t it obvious?
Got a thing for ya, we need to handle biz
Take you to the crib, play with your esophagus
Get your nose snotty, eyes watery
I just wanna party wit’cha, got the party bus
We doin 1800 shots, all of us
You bring the honeys, I can bring hustlers
And we can muster up conversation to discuss
And I’ma put it in your brain, like you’re readin Zane
Jumpin off my skyscraper, you ain’t die in vain
You came and became, my lil’ mama
Miss do anything, no drama
Runs in your stockings, no comma
When we encounter you appreciate kitchen counters
Alls I need is 24 hours
Watch Obie show you that the world’s ours

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Say she love my aura, how my hustle unfold
Way I hurt ‘em with the yay, she call me Amber Rose
Pretty toes, no pimples, no blotch
No Proactiv, nope, the girl’s hot
They rolled the carpet, whenever that the girl’s out
Make sure it’s Red, cause I made sure her Bottoms are
My bottom broad, you could catch us at the bar
No tops on the bottles, exactly how the models are
You know I’ll put your ass together like a model car
Now your head’s gettin big, if you follow us
on Twitter with Venus and Serena
Then Trice do the servin, whenever he’s between her
Cause Obie-GYN
You say you’re bi-curious then bring yo’ friends
And we can get it in ’til, ante-meridian
Wake up, roll over then we do it again
C’mon!

[Chorus]

OBIE TRICE feat. Deuce Wonder – Roughnecks

MoSS Productions
Obie Trice…
Ha ha, yeah!

[Obie Trice]
Rap is a necessity, so God don’t question me
about how long I been doin this shit here
I spark like a flare, and tear through a stank bitch underwear
when my testosterone’s in full gear
I’m rugged – and when the music bump out
I call niggaz out, that’s how I club it
Shit, you dug it, yo’ punk ass got retarded
cause the moment my music bump your pussy ass farted
Ha! That’s how hard I hit
Call it collision effect to make you player haters sick
Obie Trice truly is ridiculous with lyrics
I know you wanna drive my style but talk stiddicks
New millenium nigga, bringin mayhem
My slave rap is for real, games I never played ‘em
I’ll stab him in the abdomen
And leave him gaspin for air like asthma really attacked him
I’ll leave you paralyzed with no more action, or verb
I know Obie get on your nerves
I’m like a nigga tryin to stay at your spot, without a job
Or a gang of thugs beatin on your head by the mob
Run that sob[?] but no more heartthrob
You’re stiff like a carcass full of maggots and shit
layin on the corner
I leave bodies more rotted than John Jr.’s body at the motherfuckin coroner
Your face mutilated, legs decapitated
from foul fuckin your dick, your dick disintegrated
Burnt niggaz never learned nigga
It’s Obie Trice – now say nice!

[Chorus: Deuce Wonder]
My veins pump purple rain
My pores sweat liquid cocaine
My eyes are dry, dry, dry..
My spirit’s maaade in proof
My body craaaves that juice
My mind is high, high, high..
You on the wrong side of these drums

[Obie Trice]
I intensify your high
Bump me through your systems and watch blood trickle out your eye
I make you feel like you meltin, or seein the devil, in 3-D
Only it’s Obie on CD
Mr. Trice unfamiliar?
But I’m the same nigga that killed ya – go read ya poem
I hit harder than them Hiroshima type bombs
Relocate arms – no more wri-ting
Obie Trice be live for the night
And any nigga try to take that, threatens my excitement
And yo, that’s when I get violent
and create with your blood like the red violin
Yeah, I bet you’ll be silent then
O. Trice rock harder than infinite horny men
Tipsy off gin, that’s when I begin to sin
Even if I lose no one wins
I’m an ex-convict escaped from hell
returned, to take the world over as well
MC’s rather me be in the cell
Rather than seein me up the block hoppin out a drop-top 12

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
I come strapped, with a pack of gats
that’ll eliminate you, and that flat you stay at
Nosy neighbors
I break out the arsenic arsenal and firebomb your block for acres
Who would’ve thought? Me!
Obie Trice, the destruction of a fake wannabe
You claim you’re hardcore when you’re soft as you wanna be
That type of shit gets you lost unfortunately
Your mother miss ya, she thinks she ain’t shit
“Oh I ain’t raised him right! Oh I’m such a bitch!”
Shit change, when the bullet meets the brain
Leave a ugly first impression
And leave a dirty mess on your girlfriend’s dress
And he wouldn’t give a fuck, how loud the bitch screamin
Call him a demon, I call him a slug
Not a thug but a slug that’ll rip through a thug’s mug

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Blaow!
New millenium shit

OBIE TRICE feat. Eminem – Richard

[Obie Trice]
Yeah
Trice
Statik Selektah

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
O back around the corner
Got the crack, put in your orders
We ’bout to run up out the stores
It’s notorious, the way I got big spitting stories
Being me’s X-Clan, Vanglorious
We’re not your favorite, fuck it
You know the system and you buck it
Have you revisiting how you used to love it
A nigga spew through the music, acoustics, cool kid
Used to pursue excuses, truth is, I was truent in school
So its influence is foolish, that was my views
I’m back at it, the rap addict, by any means
We gon get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
Say he ain’t a star, niggas might be right
I’m so regular, nigga gotta shit tonight
Take it back Selektah, let ‘em know it’s Trice
Put your seatbelts on, we gon’ ride tonight

[Verse 2: Eminem]
And I would like to introduce myse-self
Surprise! Hi, it’s Ike
‘Bout to get my Ike on, I come with a life supply
Of wife beaters and my Nikes on
And a white tee over that Iron Mike
Lookin’ fly tonight, feel like I might die from a spider bite
Come back as Spider-Man, Park my Peter inside a dyke
Bitch actin’ like she got fuckin’ higher standards than Meijer’s, right
Had to pry her fingers off the motherfuckin’ Breyer’s ice cream
With the pliers, like “AAHHH!”
Only a ruthless bastard would do this
Take a toothles bitch with no taste buds to Ruth Chris
Give her toothpicks, stop on the way home
Pick up two Big Bufords
Girl, you got a nice pair, but you’re plum stupid!
So when I pull up in that Benz
Don’t try to pretend you ain’t interested
To impress your stupid ass friends
And refuse to get in woman, and get slammed on the ground
And snap like a pool stick against cement
If you suck of dick, pretend it’s a musical instrument
You get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
I can tell at first glance you’re a ho
Cause your pants are so tight
When you dance with O. Trice, your implants explode
So cold to dykes, the chance is snow in San Francisco
Boy I’m from Detroit city, you livin’ in animosity
That’s a fucked up state to be in, such an atrocity
Look where these random thoughts get me
In senseless mind babble, “What me? Apologize? labrbrr”
That’s just the way the rhyme unravels
And I wouldn’t fucking take it back if I time traveled!

[Hook: Eminem]
Just call me Richard, cause I’m a dick
It’s also Richard cause I feel like you should
Pry your fucking mouth up off of it
I said just call me Richard, cause I’m a dick
You ain’t gotta be no detective to figure out I’m a dick
When I hold my privates to your first clue
Sherlock, prick! Just call me Richard

[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
That’s my motives, jumpin’ out them Rovers
All white, like I was right up in the Dakotas
Or Minnesota, did I mention soda?
When it’s mixed with viola, watch my cup runneth over
Cut from a soldier
Them ho niggas disposable toaster
Putting holes in a nigga getting close enough
Being me till the credits roll
Till my condition is beyond what the medics know
They wanna edit O
Like a prosthetic third leg let it go
This is Shady 1.0 Em let ‘em know
I still profit through the process
The prize in my jeans my balls’ll never digress
I’m a dick that I brag about
I put it in fast and then I drag it out
World, I be your special friend see
Cause these suckas suffer from pseudo penis envy

[Hook: Eminem]

OBIE TRICE – Petty

{“I don’t see anything that could stand in our way…”}

[Chorus:]
(I’m petty) Got my Gucci sneak’s on
Gucci tee on, get my Gucci freak on
E’rything I wear got a Gucci emblem
I’m so Gucci gone say I’m in a Gucci zone
(I’m petty) Got my Louie V hat
with my Louie backpack with the stacks in that
Where the Louie at? So you could pour another shot
Cause, e’rything I rock Louie V to the socks

Who do it hotter in Prada?
I ain’t from N.Y., do it (M-Y Way), so Sinatra
You know my [?] not proper for the Oscars
But I opt out for the Oxfords in the Oxford
… Ha ha, that hurts
Some’n by this oar got ‘em tippin they fedoras
Got the ladies bein whores cause we’re ballin out stores
I coordinate on e’rything I wore
So ladies know him now say, “That was him before”
Fresh as the core in my Christian Diors

[Chorus]

Got me smellin like Chanel
Well, that’s my female, shorty gets that mail
In them transparent 90-millimeter heels
In them Red Bottoms showin off them Christian Lou-B’s
Heels… that’s real
E-e-e’rything ’bout her scream Dolce & Gabanna
with the bowlin ball bag showin out at Caribana
Lil’ mama, she a stunner
Tweed dress on, no panties up under
Catch her on Queens Street ballin at the boutiques, holla

[Chorus]

BME, Black Market Entertainment
Obie Trice (Obie Trice, Obie Trice)
New shit… so bent

Guess the man lucky, she ain’t glam luxury
We as a couple get (Fresher) than Douglas E.
Double up on my duds where the logos be
So Polo duplicate on me, guess that’s why they hate Obie
They can see

[Chorus]

[Outro]
I’m petty [4X]

OBIE TRICE – On & On

Ha ha! Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah!
Aiyyo-yo, aiyyo-yo!
Obie Trice, yo!
Nuttin nice, yo!
Where the fuck, my niggaz at
Check check yo

[Obie Trice]
I had a vision to conquer the world with lyrical incisions on your brain
And blow this rap game
Introduce myself, the name’s Obie Trice
Caramel complected, stay the hell away from vice
The fifth Spice, without a coochie
Never had lucci, Coogi or Gucci
Unruly, roll with niggaz that be moody
Talkin loud at the movies, checkin out your mom’s booty
Don’t fuck with cats that’s fruity
Pull out the toolie on a nigga with a irregular size dukey
Sellin rocks to Pookie
Got my pockets fat, so fat at times it gets spooky
Makin moves with the uzi
In a truck when I scoop up the cutie from a different hood that I be
Raunchy, never drink Spumantie, it make me sick
Drunk it once, farted, truthfully shitted
Pitted, every time I piss for P.O.
So THC remains in the urine flow

[scratched samples by DJ Grouch]
“On and on”
“Obie Trice”
“My rhymes could never be compared to yours”
“On and on and on and on”
“And on and on and on-on-on”
“I was born to rip a..” – “Microphone”
“On and on, on and on, on and on and on, on”

[Obie Trice]
I’m too much – the type of kid that’ll take your car
Burn out your clutch and really wouldn’t give a fuck
A grunt, grudge holder, slug thrower
Mean-mug ignore ya, I just feed you to the boa
Bullshitter, when bitches bossy over dick
I tell ‘em quit that, stand back, get off my shit
Thick lips, known for fuckin titty bar tricks
Nice size hips with a dozen of Ray Ray kids
Runnin the block like Bébé Kids in Atlanta
Hot! My temperature be Tony Montana
Y’all niggaz never smoke ‘bama, speak with broken grammar
And if you talk shit I’ma slam ya

[scratched samples by DJ Grouch]
“On and on”
“Obie Trice”
“My rhymes could never be compared to yours”
“I was born to rip a..” – “Microphone”
“On and on and on, on”

[Obie Trice]
Backs out ya tweeters, stage dive, me and Colt Seavers
Pullin out heaters on disbelievers
Grow like a Chia
Pettin all pussies non-poison, givin out gonorrhea
You can find me here, in ya ink
Open up notebooks and sink, deep between the sheets
We’ll meet, “mano y mano”
Crack you with the 40-ounce bottle, until my style up full throttle
Offend MC’s, that’s the motto
Once I’m in this rap game ridin tracks, me in my Tahoe
Shippin platinum, Obie the (Well Known Asshole)
Fuck with it though, I guarantee a great asset

[scratched samples by DJ Grouch]
“On and on”
“Obie Trice”
“Could never be compared to yours”
“On and on and on and on”
“On and on and on-on-on”
“I was born to rip a..” – “Microphone”
“On and on and on, on”

OBIE TRICE – My Time

Got money on my mind, no time for nonsense
I’m gettin mine, ’bout to shine around here
Lights in the bezel, price up a level
Twenties on the feet, catch him in the street

Twenties on the Hemi, nigga made his quota
Nigga still (Shady), even though we over
That don’t stop my dollars from rollin over the mower
I’ma put that product out until my casket below us
Obie never slow up, gettin it sho’ ’nuff
I’ma be a problem ’til the world freezes over
Pistol in this holster, shootin like the Pistons
Bitches on his dick cause they know he about his business
Beatin up the block is somethin very expensive
Ice in his watch, haters payin attention
Trice in the cockpit navigatin the engine
Aviators watchin for haters tryin to stick him
Get money ’til the day I’m a victim
‘Til I lay beneath the clay all stiff then
But for now I’ma get my rich in
Double that dollar – flippin

[Chorus:]
Got money on my mind, no time for nonsense
I’m gettin mine, ’bout to shine around here
Lights in the bezel, price up a level
Twenties on the feet, catch him in the street
Bet a nigga like me never catch him on the beat
Get that bet twice, I’ma catch him with the heat
Money on my mind, homie on the grind
Been away a minute but it’s my time

Jumpin out of cars, in and out of broads
Spendin, we ain’t penny addin, we be gettin ours
Show you how to floss, show you buy the bars
Y’all all talk, we notice y’all flaws
Y’all in-laws, we married to the game
Y’all just the mayne, next to the mayne
I been spendin change since the dope game
Then he made a name for himself after cocaine
Call him Kwame Kilpatrick, you could try to catch him
Dope I got access, no text messagin
Trice is an asset
Niggaz in the trap know his past say he know where the cash at
Louie on his toes, dubs on the vehicle
BME, I see it though
I’ma need it my nigga then repeat it though
D-boy in that two-seater, let’s go!

[Chorus]

In and out of jets, him is but a vet
Been around the world, him ain’t finished yet
And I don’t need London to bloke or be stuntin
I poke out like a bunion in any country I run in
With any culture the code is his ulcer[?]
Thug co-exist in the hood to Nova Scotia
Fists full of dollars, lipstick
on a nigga’s collar courtesy of your missus
You don’t wanna miss this, misfit
Mr. Michigan, gettin this, richness, in
I’m a better me, tell me who ‘head of he?
I’m somethin like veteran usin letters over melodies
Trice is still in it
Real name, no gimmick, never fold cause of business
(Business) Bitches (bitches)
I’ma get it fo’ X over, nigga you be the witness

[Chorus]

OBIE TRICE – Lebron On

To say that I’m, underrated is a sign of hatred
Despite my accolades O. Trice made it
Come from, where babies don’t meet, the brother made him
He in the grave or he doin what the judge gave him
Uhh, all day for that small piece of yay
Make a collect call, get a moment or three
When that moment up he momentarily see
why he was sent up when morally for me
Uhh, uhh, you could say I’m underrated
But that’s a understatement, nigga made it off the pavement
“Bottoms Up” ain’t a phrase I just play with
Nigga we from the hood, that there is sacred
Any opportunity knocks, you take it
Any opposition blocks, that’s hatred
Any artillery cops, you make it
Put ‘em in they faces and blaze ‘em, nigga

[Chorus:]
They say he ain’t worthy (worthy) he done switched jerseys (jerseys)
Gave you seven years like it’s seven too early (huh?)
Won a championship there, now they burn my jersey (damn!)
Same folk love me wanna bury me (bury me!)
Now I’m on a franchise (BME) I ain’t supposed to get my ball on
Triple-doubles when you put me in your headphones (Trice!)
Been a team player, now I’m a player
No? Well I guess I gotta get my LeBron on

King Trice runnin point, can’t hold him in
They try to block my shot but them niggaz is goaltendin
Oh we won’t stop, don’t see where the road endin
Like it or not niggaz I’m to the hole with it
Now I could foul out when niggaz throwin intentionals
Sit me on the bench but this more as detention though
That fo’ inch barrel on that fo’-fo’
hits you in the bone marrow, nigga you don’t want it no mo’
E’rybody gangsta, see ‘em in the streets
They’re no longer entertainers, they just wanna speak
I just want the beat
Sell a few records, maybe catch up on my tweets, team BME
Grease the industry in my breakaway pants
Make the ladies dance, you wanna take away my chance?
Love is as deep as your loyalty
Whether it’s BME or I got the white boy with me; c’mon

[Chorus]

[Outro]
Ha ha, let’s go
B, M, E, niggaz
B, M, E, yeah
Shoutout to Shady Records
Em, D-12, Royce Da 5’9″, Slaughterhouse what’s up?
G-Unit what up? Fif’, Yayo, Banks
Buck, Game – that’s the G-Unit I know
What’s up? Stat Quo, what it do? Ayy!
Bobby Creek, what up? Killa Ca$his
Yeah… Happy New Year’s muh’fuckers
Obie Trice… @RealObieTrice on Twitter
Fuck with me, ha ha ha
Love me or hate me, it’s nothin but bid’ness!

[Obie imitating LeBron James at a press conference with reporters clamoring]
Um, and the way I ball, I’ma take my talents to BME

OBIE TRICE – Jack My Dick

[breathing heavy and moaning]
Ohhhhhhhh-OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

Yo, Obie never gets upset when a bitch say no
I don’t grab her neck and throw the hoe on the flo’
I go home and bust nuts on Del Rio
And be happy that I’m not around them jail people
Fuck money, pussy is the root of evil
Cause a bitch’ll drop they drawers and still deceive you
Have the cops believe YOU? No way, no how
Cause she just scarred her face while you were asleep on the couch
When the cops arrive, they lookin at her like “Ouuuuch!
Let’s take this nigga down”
That’s why I jacks my dick off
I jacks my dick off

[Chorus]
I jacks my dick off (no I don’t want yo’ pussy)
I jacks my dick off, yo (cause yo’ shit is kinda funky)
Aiyyo I jacks my dick off (come correct, and maybe we can have a little sex)
I jacks my dick off (have a little sex)

When I’m alone in my room, yo, I stare at the wall
Cause I got a tall poster of that chick Tina Dickinballs
And it’s like she in the same room with me
Cause imagination is a motherfucker tipsy
Got the Kleenex beside me just in case it get outta hand
Get it? I’m Del Rio’s biggest fan
Janet Jacme wanted to do just that
’til she copped a attitude when I was like “Where the fuck is your glove at?”
Fuck that! Ain’t no chokin my neck, if you not protected
You know hands carry infections
I jacks my dick off
Yo, yo, I jacks my dick off

[Chorus]
Off off (no I don’t want yo’ pussy)
I jacks my dick off (cause yo’ shit is kinda funky)
I jacks my dick off (come correct)
I jacks my dick off (and maybe we can have a little sex)
I jacks my dick off (have a little sex)

I beat my meat on the regular base
I get tired of havin these stupid rats in my face
Tellin me wait or, “It’s not time, plus I’m on the menustration”
All of this is aggravate
Where’s Ms. Masturbation? By my side
I don’t worry about her givin me AIDS to make me lose my fuckin mind
Cause STD’s inflict strongly in my area
Scrotum, put on some of that old mascara
and jack my dick off
Aiyyo yo yo, I jacks my dick off
Yo! I jacks my dick off
Jacks my dick off and off

[Chorus]
Jacks my dick off (no I don’t want yo’ pussy)
I jacks my dick off (cause yo’ shit is kinda funky)
Aiyyo I jacks my dick off (come correct, and maybe we can have a little sex)
I jacks my dick off (have a little sex)

Aiyyo, ay you can call a nigga sick, or basically perverted
It really don’t matter, cause Obie still do it
It’s called abstinence
Absolutely sure that I’m absent from sex unless you show non-reactiveness
Pass the DNA to your doc
And maybe we can F-U-C, after dark
Until then I’ll bust nuts on porn class
Let me know when you’re ready to take the test on your freaky pass
I’ll be jackin my dick off
Ha, jackin my dick off
Aiyyo yo, I jacks my dick off
Jacks my dick off and off

[Chorus]
Jacks my dick off (no I don’t want yo’ pussy)
I jacks my dick off (cause yo’ shit is kinda funky)
Aiyyo I jacks my dick off (come correct, and maybe we can have a little sex)
I jacks my dick off (have a little sex)
Yo, I say I jacks my dick off (no I don’t want yo’ pussy)
I’ll be jackin my dick off, yo (cause yo’ shit is kinda funky)
Aiyyo I jacks my dick off (come correct)

[Outro]
What? I’ll jacks my shit off!
What the fuck?
Watch, heh

OBIE TRICE – I Pretend

Woo! I love seein you in the pictures, you know? (I pretend)
The pictures, you know? I’m good
(I pretend that you’re already mine, already mine, already mine)
Let’s go, woo! (I pretend)
O. Trice, let’s go

[Chorus 1]
I pretend (splash, splash.. splash)
I pretend (splash, splash.. splash)
I pretend that you’re already mine, already mine, already mine
I pretend (splash, splash)

[Obie Trice]
I visualize, beatin it in the heat of the night
On the beach where the breeze just even the sight
You and me in the evening where the scenery’s right
Ain’t nobody intervenin, not a demon in sight (I pretend)
Just Obie – cheese and Missoni bikini
It got me fiendin to slide between them thighs at any moment
Swear she got me open, I’m just hopin Obie focused
Before I go overdosin on your love potion (I pretend)
Potent, put her in a poem
I’m seein her on the big screen, she got me gone
Deeper than a fan, more of a connection
I ain’t never met her but I’m more than prepped and (I pretend)
I just wanna take her on a getaway, met her with a négligée
Put her on a pedestal then take baby breath away
You don’t need a bullet – I know these dudes is full of it
Pullin shit cause you on the tube (I pretend)
And I know you’re thinkin all of us rappers is bad news
Bad attitudes, bad press for you (I pretend)
So I’ma undress you with my mental, intimacy wit’chu
{Splash} Type of shit I’m into, WOO!

[Chorus 2]
I pretend that you’re already mine, already mine, already mine
I pretend (splash, splash.. splash)
I pretend

[Obie Trice]
Yeah, you got ‘em sprung
[?] long jeans, I wanna get it them
I wanna go down, work tongue
Show you how to cum ’til you say you’re comfy with him (I pretend)
And I don’t need premieres, I’m peace with the rear
Once she get free we skeet-skeet e’rywhere
Sayin O naughty in Bottega Veneta
I just wanna party, take that all feathered (I pretend)
Bounce outta Hollywood, you can roll shottie
No paparazzi followin them
Toss off the bra in the Grand Canyon
You could catch us in the cabin – guess who’s stabbin? (I pretend)
Candid in the canopy, Cannes Fest’, cancellin
She wanna stay next to handsome
He never had so he’s the answer
Even though previous dates disaster (I pretend)
And I know you’re thinkin all of us rappers is bad news
Bad attitudes, bad press for you (I pretend)
So I’ma undress you with my mental, intimacy wit’chu
{Splash} Type of shit I’m into

[Chorus 2]

[Obie Trice]
Why pretend? Let’s binge off love-makin
Bend corner in Benz how a thug make it
It pans out if you loosen up
It’s nothin wrong with lettin the director cut (I pretend)
His direction’s nuts – trust
His election’s you – us
That collection’s few – thus
You’re most beautiful, more of a reason to touch (I pretend)
And I know you’re thinkin all of us rappers is bad news
Bad attitudes, bad press for you
So I’ma undress you with my mental, intimacy wit’chu
{Splash} Type of shit I’m into, yeah!

[Chorus 3]
I pretend that you’re already mine, already mine, already mine
I pretend

[Outro: Obie]
Nia Long, Jill Marie Jones, haha
(I pretend that you’re already mine, already mine, already mine)
Meagan Good, Sanaa Lathan, Lauren London (I pretend)
Gabrielle Union, Angela Bassett, Latifah
(I pretend that you’re already mine, already mine, already mine)
Can’t forget Pam Grier, Salli Richardson (I pretend)
Cynda Williams, BernNadette Stanis, yeah
Keisha Knight Pulliam, Regina King!
Paula Jai Parker, Vivica Fox, Eva Mendes
(I pretend that you’re already mine, already mine, already mine)
Rosario Dawson, woo! (I pretend)
Woo! Ay, even Antwone Fisher’s momma
(I pretend that you’re already mine)
Viola Davis, Lela Rochon, yeah
Jada Pinkett Smith, Taraji P. Henson
Obie Trice, “Bottoms Up”
Woo! Woo! (I pretend)
Oprah! Ha ha ha ha

OBIE TRICE – I Am

[Obie Trice]
Yo, yo I been wreckin shop since I can hardly remember
Then I pick niggaz off they axe, yell “TIMBERRRRRR!”
Obie Trice the big lip slim nigga
I got the antidote that’ll heat the fuckin winter
I’m too nice for MC’s to wanna fight with this
I’m more like Christ when I recite my shit
So come and (Meet Joe Black), cause I’m the voice that you hear
when you’re havin a heart attack and I appear
Obie Trice the ill nigga, Hilfiger
Polo, Girbaud, boost out the sto’s
Catch niggaz on the avenue (WHO NEED CLOTHES?!)
Code name Lenny; nigga give me a penny
Penetrate your pussy girl, when I’m tipsy
Don’t be scared, when the biscuit’s in your lights
And I cock back to cause death on site
Shit, I’m like Iron Mike when that nigga first appeared
I’m like Michael Jordan at the prime of his career
I’m like Nasty Nas down (Memory Lane)
(Sittin in Da Park) after dark slingin my ‘caine
I’m Obie Trice
Yo, I’m Obie Trice

[Chorus: scratched samples by DJ Grouch]
“Y-y-y’all, y’all know the name!”
“One in a mil’” – “Got it made”
“Clever with rhymes, it’s like whatever with mines”
“Represent, by all means”
“Let your mans know”
“I am” – “Obie Trice, brings terror”
“Strapped with the heat”
“Mr. Trice, dopest nigga”

[Obie Trice]
Yo, yo I done travelled the world, fuck physical
but through soundwaves with my name engraved in cortex cere-bre-als
Cross the planet, niggaz took Obie Trice for granted
but managed to think twice, when a slug landed
Hand it to Obie, he’ll fuck some’n up!
That shit follow me since I been breakin Tonka trucks
And cause I rap now, you think that you trap
Can’t remind me of that plow from way back
I come equipped with lyrics that assist niggaz in depth
O-vorkian, at the fuckin sickly’s request
I leave a mess, and take Slim Shady’s advice
Cock, a wig and high heels and RuPaul for life
Obie motherfuckin Trice

[Chorus w/ minor variations]

[Obie Trice]
I’m fat, I’ll never lose that like Subway Jared
I keep killin niggaz from the, shit that you’re hearin
And while I’m at my hearin, shit I just grim the judge
Roll my eyes ’til the debt don’t budge
And bounce when a bitch pronounce, not guilty
Been filthy, fuckin sluts ’til nuts empty
Ugly bitches tempt me, run it
I take ‘em old school with the C-section slits down her stomach
Most people might vomit
Gimme stretch marks and cigarette burns, I pay homage boo
Y’all hoes need love too
I’d rather fuck you, while the boys scream (FUCK YOU!!)

[Chorus w/ minor variations & extra scratches]

OBIE TRICE – Hell Yeah

[Obie Trice]
They say he lonely, he ain’t got big homie
He strayed from Interscope now they don’t know me
Only reason he succeeded was reverse E
Or maybe he was nursed by a Doc beat
But Slim and Dre’s still in my DNA
{“Chka-chka Slim Shady”} {“Dr. Dre”}
They say he lonely, he ain’t got big homie
He strayed from Interscope now they don’t know me
Only reason he succeeded was reverse E
Or maybe he was nursed by a Doc beat
But Slim and Dre’s still in my DNA
Consume my body, found a trace of gangsta party
But I don’t give a fuck in my artery
It’s BME but fam forever part of me

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
I’ma have to go on without quote-unquote
{“Hell yea”} You know the boy Trice dope
Put a few of you niggaz through high school
Hyped ya IQ, average man into a psycho
(Obie!) You know I got ‘em big homie
This ain’t so long, I just had to own me
BME ’til a nigga C.P.
I’ma do it for the D {“Hell yea”}

[Obie Trice]
Yeah, it broke my heart seein Beans and Hova
As a music listener I know who y’all vote for
But e’rything black’s not white, white’s not black
That’s the music business for ya
But as a consumer ‘stead of you gettin a tumor
You opt out for the obvious bloomer
But the least obvious the one that’ll do ya
That’s learned knowledge from comin up in the sewer
And I ain’t wreckin my cap to (Fuze) the gap
I just want (Yoo-hoo), this is the music to adapt
And if that ain’t real rap
Obie Trice need to fall back – fuck that

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Through digi’ design might lose my mind
So the digits I make won’t be a surprise
Eyes wide open, Obie know you’re fake
You ain’t gotta say a word, I can see through your make
Wait ’til I get in hip-hop I’ma take
Give it to the needy, he who appreciates
No it’s not the hustle
But you gotta have some type of love for this culture I grew up to
Muster up somethin for the folks who appreciate vocals
‘stead of them duds that make ‘em roast you
Who am I to coach as well?
I’ma take a different approach, you niggaz pound-sign, fail

[Chorus]

[Outro]
OHHHH! BME!
Obie Trice!
Bottoms Up!

OBIE TRICE – Going Nowhere

[Hook:]
You heard it, you want it, you got it, it’s crazy
You play it, you bump it, you know it, it’s crazy
Hate if you wanna, that don’t phase me
I ain’t going nowhere right now…

[Verse 1:]
It’s the fo’ pound bandit
The coke hand to hand, and he Detroit bredded
Goddanmit O Trice’s back
And Oh, they so adamant I’m still at it
You should see the grill on a faggot if only looks could kill
But O is so accurate over this matter stagnant
It’s never inadequate I swear these haters need to chill
It’s SO automatic that he is above average
Jesus of Nazareth’s reached his soul and so
He is a talent that has managed to mechanically use a pen and a pad and the alphabet to get ahead
Niggas mad cuz he single handledly getting this bread
Bitches is in his bed, bullet still in his head
I’m back, fully loaded I’m ready to let off lead
Metal is heavy and I’m ready to let it all rip
The return of the vigilante on that big party and bullshit
You dig? The kid’s back you biatch

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
I don’t suffer the whispers of these envious niggas
Mad cuz his nuts not in my Denim
Wanna be him so much the send slugs to kill him
And keep it on the hush not to become a victim
Vicious, niggas I rid them
I spit, piss on the statistics on that bullshit
I pull up muzzle yell, send the bezel berg back to here
I’mma thug, I’mma clap him till he fail and he fall
I’mma ball, I’m a beast, I’m the streets
I’m the reason you a broad, I’mma boss, I’m me
Obie bout that change, get rich fast
The Claude Van Damme of the game: Kick ass
Trapped until a nigg get out of ‘Caine
And bounce back like whiplashes
And dump my cigar ashes on you asses
It’s still Trice and Mathers all that matters
Call that other madness, past us
This is passion

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
My feet up, I read up
Read up on a MC who fordid, a overachiever
My Visa tease them in that villa overseas in that B1W with mamacita
G’d up, Jesus my cheese keep reaching up
Planted the seed and then it beamed up
The bean stalk being tall
Now I’m balling on these motherfucking peanuts
Huh, the demons wanna deliver me
Wanna deem him less than enemy but O too slippery
But back on you faggots nigga ain’t no sympathy
I don’t fuck with you actors I do mine differently
Trice made history, now all these fake niggas wanna mention me
Couldn’t wait till I break in this with my entity
It don’t even interest me, I’mma keep my energy spitting
Obie is in this to win this and that’s the ending

[Hook]

OBIE TRICE – Dear Lord

[Chorus:]
Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty
Nothin in me, point out my enemy I’ll put somethin in him
{blam} Feelin like that’s the only remedy
Send him on his way when I fuck around his day
{“Okay!”} Cause to you they wanna send me
And I ain’t got the energy, I’ll let the clip empty
{“Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!”}

I ain’t gotta walk around town with my chest stuck out
A frown up my face when the press come out
Niggaz know what it is, one of the best, no doubt
Doubt that, test him and the S’s come about
Aggression niggaz need without
Too aggressive niggaz rest under leaves where the G’s hang out
I’m back stronger than ever
D-boy so it’s like whatever, however, whenever
I dare ya, pallbearers bury ya
Pardon my, positivity failure
But they ain’t tryin to hear ya when niggaz’ll go and air ya ass out
Send you to the morgue, turn ya inside-out
Send you to ya momma ’til she pass out
Too many partners in the casket now
These foul bastards, don’t appreciate life so fuck ‘em
The P-nina-nina stay dumpin (stay dumpin)

[Chorus]

Now Trice ain’t all about runnin his mouth
He do that for a livin; y’all gotta feel him
In the streets he mute, my nigga autism
Don’t confuse this with art-ism
Nigga I refuse to lose, boss in him
Put your people in a pew when the mossberg start spittin
I’m livin, nigga I’m kiddin him
Take him from his paradise, Trice on his way to prison
Picture him leavin his children
I peel ‘em; pilgrimage to another region
Them ecstasy pills got niggaz schemers[?]
When the weapons spill them same niggaz bleedin
‘Fore I leave this world they gon’ believe him
O ain’t deceivin these people, that’s feedin ‘em
The hood’s what he breathin, it’s all good
Leave him in that box all wood (box all wood)

[Chorus]

Trice is nice with aim
Put a nigga, in a permament frame
When a nigga’s, so determined to bang
Cause a nigga’s, switchin lanes in that European thang
Don’t be mad at your boy-boy, handle business
Cause he push the toy-toy, niggaz envious
Crutch him up, Jehovah Witnesses
When the semi’s start spittin, listen (listen)

[Chorus]

{blam}
{“Okay!”}
{“Okay! O-o-o-okay-k-kay! Kay-k-kay, kay-kay!”}

Dear Lord, please forgive me, more I live I grow empty
Nothin in me, point out my enemy I’ll put somethin in him {blam}

OBIE TRICE feat. MC Breed – Crazy

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
They say I’m crazy, and I don’t give a fuck
Goose in the cup, 40 by the nuts
Crazy (lay a nigga down like what)
Cause they don’t know nothin ’bout me

[Obie Trice]
Trice is the truth, puncture your roof
If what I enunciate ain’t gettin through you
Listen nigga, School Craft raised me
Hey bay-bay, you don’t wanna fuckin play with me
I got the K covered up in the back
Got the pistol on my side nigga, O stay strapped
Stacks in the jeans, this is a natural thing
I don’t act out a movie, I’m actually the scene
I pull up on the scene, nigga holla back
With a bad bitch Italian and black
They don’t take double takes, they take Kodaks
Coast through the club relaxed, where the V.I.P. at
Coast under the cub, post underneath the duds
Supposed to, I’m a muh’fuckin thug
But they say he crazy cause he don’t give a fuck
First nigga play me, light his ass up

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Yeah I’m crazy, the hood made me
So O abide by the code on the daily
Niggaz get it twisted, bitches get it twisted
Cause I live like unrealistically
Ay, my nigga Breed in the booth with me
Motor City ’til them paul bearers dig me
underneath the soil
Ain’t no future in your frontin, nigga I’m Detroit loyal

[MC Breed]
Oh so what you know karate? I know crazy
Hit you with somethin leave your left side lazy
Comin for the whole shebang, yup, believe that
Take it like I want it, get behind ya like I need that
‘Til I get more “Whassup’s” than Martin
Get drunk, come through, bust up the party
Tonight, very night, Breed and Obie Trice
You say our ass crazy, yeah you motherfuckin right

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Say I need Ritalin, cause when the choppers start riddlin
Bodies start droppin, disappearin
Tempers start flarin, nigga nuttin up
Ain’t no comin back from that bruh
Ay, bad days some faggot in a bag
Give a fuck what neighborhood you at
What Dilla dick you suckin, when the pistols buckin
Lord knows someone family’s sufferin
And I ain’t the nigga that’ll start the beef
I lay back, I ain’t got a problem with G
But lick her and niggaz like twelve hits of E
Suicidal, somebody on their way to meet Jesus
These demons keep chasin me
Get away from me, or the AK speaks
No wonder why they see him as a freak
Say he crazy, in the muh’fuckin street

[Chorus]

OBIE TRICE – Cool Cats

[ad libs for first 21 seconds]

[Obie Trice]
Aiyyo I got popularity so I’m packin a plastic
No time for pussy ass niggaz who haven’t had it
They envy on this nigga cause I Rémy on them niggaz
And fuck that bitch Tamika trendy on them niggaz
I’m Obie fuckin Trice, the coolest nigga you know
I can’t stay cool if my blood pressure grows
That’s when niggaz gotta catch blows – hollows
You know you fucked up when you see me pacin the flows
That’s when niggaz find they face in the flo’s
That’s when niggaz dicks get dirty from the waist on the flows
I don’t wanna have to be gone
and let my daughter roll in this crazy world alone

[Chorus 1]
(Come on!) I’m a cool nigga first, grimy nigga later
Grimy is like when y’all cats is playa haters
Cool is like when y’all niggaz is innovators
But grimy is all I’ve seen, yo
I’m a cool nigga first, grimy nigga later
Grimy is like when y’all niggaz is playa haters
Cool is like when y’all niggaz is innovators
But grimy is all I’ve seen, yo

[Obie Trice]
I got a sick four-fifth, with two cartridges
And I ain’t even wanna have to tell y’all niggaz but shit
Maybe that’ll just derail y’all niggaz
If not, fuck it, blaow! To hell y’all niggaz
I’m from School Craft, where everybody fam
Runnin the block like Booby D, that’s my man
Up in the Kit-Kat with Kitty gettin busy
You can’t roll the hood like, “Obie Trice, where is he?”
That type of shit’ll get you shot real quickly
Gotta know the code or the, pistol explodes
Pistol whip you then piss on your clothes
Still pissed off niggaz’ll strip what you drove
I ain’t nobody but O
The same nigga that you conversated with when a nigga was broke
Now you wanna front cause pockets got the mumps
and I spit the hot shit givin them want they want

[Chorus 1]

[Obie Trice]
I’m a cool nigga first but it could get real grimy
Especially when the pussy tight niggaz wanna try me
I try to let the shit fly by me
But it’s kinda hard when you’re right behind me like a bitch eyein me
That’s when the burner is exposed
Wouldn’t give a fuck if it’s the club or street, you gotta go!
Cool nigga first, grimy nigga later
Cool nigga first, grimy nigga later

[Chorus 2]
Come on! Cool nigga first, grimy nigga later
Grimy is like when y’all cats is playa haters
Cool is like when y’all niggaz is innovators
But grimy is all I’ve seen, c’mon!
I’m a cool nigga first, grimy nigga later
Grimy is like when y’all niggaz is playa hatin
Cool is like when y’all niggaz is innovatin
But grimy is all I’ve seen, come on!
I’m a cool nigga first, grimy nigga later
Grimy is like when y’all niggaz is playa hatin
Cool is like when y’all niggaz is MOTIVATIN
But grimy is all I’ve seen, motherfucker!

[Outro]
Yeah, turn this shit the fuck off man

OBIE TRICE – Secrets

Ay cameraman, give me an up and over nigga
I’m ’bout to run this bitch

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
Baby we can keep this thing on the low
No one gotta know, when a nigga come through
See, I just wanna fuck you
And you just wanna fuck me – our secret creepin
Know a nigga got a hoe
And she got a home, that she gotta go to
See, I just wanna fuck you
And you just wanna fuck me – our secret creepin

[Obie Trice]
These niggaz think they bitch ain’t cheatin
She in the club every week deceivin them
Hangin out with Toneisha and them
All in V.I.P. tryin to meet a new G with them
Yeah nigga, yo’ relationship right
But your bitch got a dick on the side
You fell in love so she know what you about
You don’t get her high, always on time
She need a nigga that’s gon’ fuck her brains out
Send her home, put her pussy in your mouth
Niggaz get comfortable, fall in love
They don’t wanna fuck no mo’, they cuddlin up
But see your wife is a slut, she’s just tryin to nut
She wanna get rammed but her man ain’t the one
So on the other hand she plan to get done
by a nigga who tell a lil’ some’n some’n like

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Don’t get mad at Obie
This is, harsh reality your broad’s a freak
She wanna get it in wit’cha homie
Trust me, behind your back this week
Behind her lunch break there’s a meet
Behind all that it’s a low-key freak
But baby don’t get it twisted, us niggaz is dogs
It takes five minutes to fuck, back onto y’all
Catch him up, naw, but you seen what you saw
That nigga say “It wasn’t me”
He gets puss like around the clock
Wife ain’t watchin niggaz bouncin on the twat
Even Peter boy diggin it out
All on the countertops drillin the trout
Fucked up thing babe it’s your bridesmaid
This ain’t J. Springer, this is Obie

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice]
Nigga had his share of broads involved
But when they hit the gan’ they just start to bawl
They say, “I don’t know why I got your balls in my jaws
My man take care of the fam, no flaws”
No psychiatric visit bitch can help ya
You just like dicks in your throat, helpless
Niggaz come through, beat up your pelvis
Then you run back to whom think you precious
At home she like Aunt Jemima
All alone she like anacondas
Your man want answers, why play me dishonest?
Then he seek counsellin to keep Pocahontas
Niggaz pokin holes in there homie, be honest
You got a hoe fo’ sho’ for a Madonna
Dudes don’t recognize the drama
’til another nigga get his thighs, got her and tell her

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OBIE TRICE – BME Up

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Nigga we up, we don’t give a fuck
We gon’ keep holdin this shit down
Nigga raise up, you can get bucked
{blam} Gangstas around
Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts
You can’t stop us now
This where the riders at
‘Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground

BME, trust the truth’s in the booth
He don’t take a hit to let ‘em know I’m bullet-proof
Rest in peace Proof, this is no truce
This is, hood music brought directly to you
Mac-11 in the Chevy with a nigga or two
Ready for whatever, we cuckoo, loose screw
Used to bungalows juicin up fiends
Just to ride ’round in the new school
Come from, basehead rentals, same faces, no dental
Claimin they gon’ pay incidentals
Give a fiend a break, he see God all in ya
Then he run game ’til your change all minimal
Pinnin them predicaments to live that life
I been spendin Benjamins since the early ’90s
Now BME is where a nigga can find me
Still on the grind nigga still gettin mine

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Niggaz, I done been around the world and back
Ask about Trice, ain’t shit fuckin with that
BME said “Get ‘em,” Obie did exact
Straight from the trap to the muh’fuckin map
Young nigga, star, do this, car
Louis, where a nigga murder a track
Hurdle over snares and claps
So verbal, had to dumb it down so your ears adapt
Now it’s (Money in the Bank), Lil’ Scrap’s pappy
‘Preme in the tank, ain’t a vehic’ could pass me
Ask BME how a nigga from Craft be
Nasty, K covered up in the back seat
Any melee comin at me – death day
Pastor be speakin to your fam-lay
G shit, I’ma rap ’til my sun set
‘cept sun’s up; BME what?

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Nigga I don’t slip, handle ‘em, rap’s Rip Hamilton
All in his mansion, gamblin
Alls I’m tryin to do is match ‘em, rappin
Get a couple chicks, I’m ramblin, stab ‘em
Take ‘em to the crib where it’s magnum, madness
Mashin, ass, as if, you ain’t know the half
It’s BME, that’s the muh’fuckin staff
Now I represent on they behalf – yes

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