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Snitch (feat. Akon) [Intro: Obie Trice + (Eminem) {Akon}> {Convict}

 
Snitch
(feat. Akon)

[Intro: Obie Trice + (Eminem) {Akon}>
{Convict}
(Yeah,haha haha SHADY)
{Convict Music}
(Guess whos back)
Still here, haters
{Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah}
Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
{Take em on back to the street}

[Chorus: Akon>
I keep the 40 cal on my side,
Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster,
See a nigga pass by,
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya,
Got glocks for sale, red tops for sale,
Anything that you need, believe me, Im gon lace you,
Just dont, whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray I dont face you, yeah

[Obie Trice>
Its risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga
Its history, Snitch, who decided hes a member
Once he got pinched, coincided with law
Same homie say he lay it down for the boy
Brought game squad around ours
How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws
Only foniness never came to par
He had us, a true neighborhood actor
Had his back with Ks
Now we see through him like X-Rays
Cuffed in that Adam car
No matter, his loss, we at him, its war
Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs
You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable
When we invest in team, its to the death fo sho

[Hook>
No ex and ohs, tex calicos
Aim at your chest nicca

[Chorus>

[Obie Trice>
We started out as a crew, in one speak, its all honest
Private conferences when we eat, Benihanas
Recondences when we peep enemies on us
Been in these corners, sellin like anything on us
Knowing heaven has shown us being devils minors
That aint got shit to do with the tea in China
We gon keep the grind up til death come find us
Mean time leanin in them European whips reclined up
Its an eye for an eye for the riders
We aint trying to get locked up, we soul survivors
Po Pos is cowards, theres no you, its ours
We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder
Who woulda known he would fold and cower
Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds
So...

[Hook>

[Chorus>

[Obie Trice>
Nowadays, Sammy Da Bulls got the game full
So he move to a rural area to keep cool
They snitchin on a snitch now, theres nothin to tell
Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell
Aint tryin to meet new faces, this dont interest me
Even if we bubble slow, we get it eventually
No penitentary, there will be no climincy
You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century
These cats is rats now, the streets need decon
Thats how they react now, weak when the heats on em
Stop snitchin, you asked for the life your living
This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is
Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it
Along with em and then snitch and become hidden
So...

[Hook>

[Chorus>

[Obie Trice>
You rat bastard






Lay Down
[Obie>
Here we go
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1>
You can get pooped its a possibility up in my vicinity
Popping off with that hostile energy
In a hospital where the doctor at em
When adrenalines mixed with an obnoxious temperament
Honestly I got a monster pistol grip
That nine commence to spit none of yall exempt from it
Spit-spit past tense form it, you get stiff from it
Church mass then yo box plummet
I would never let em give it to me I gotta live to be a hundred and three
Gotta reach my epitome?Or decease my enemy?And receive my penalty

[Hook>
Well nigga lay down (lay down, lay down)
Ima man, man
I aint running Ima stand wit my gun in my hands
I got plans and a place to be

Well nigga lay down (lay down, lay down)
Ima man, man
I aint running Ima stand wit my gun in my hands
I got plans and a place to be
Nigga lay down

[Verse 2>
Aint trying to be cocky with it
But Im a nigga from the block who did it
Got an honest living aint trying to see the box or prison
Getting knocked out of my position
Now I got a pot to piss in
Pissed off muh fuckers mouth off bitching
Probably cause he lackin?bitches so his whack decisions
Get mad at the nigga thats getting em
Thats when he see that thats the nigga thats hitting him
With a rigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue
Dismiss you in attempt to?take me out my muh fuckin temple

[Hook>

[Verse 3>
Niggas get nauseated an artist made it
Had it hard, against odds and emancipated
To them floss big cars and got damn they hate it
To see the lady they dating catering to the latest
Shadiest artist?
Up in my radius get faded wit a plated revolver
rated me R haters get faded with horror erased, no fate for tomorrow
All cause he think he hard tough
Got a car-cuss, he was running at the mouth, hush
I would never let em give it to me I gotta live to be a hundred and three
Gotta reach my epitome?Or decease my enemy?And receive my penalty
Thatll bet the end of he, trying to cease my entity
Its fin to be the end of his Identity when I tell em to

[Hook>

(Merci а raek pour cettes paroles)






Wanna Know
Since they wanna know
Since they wanna know
I said since they wanna know
Heres the formula on O, now lets go
{All I want is whats mine I dont care who I hurt}
Since they wanna know
{All I want is whats mine I dont care who I hurt}
Since they wanna know
Second rounds on me
Obie Trice
Emil hit em, lets go

[1st verse>
Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 58 stature
Back with a second album, supplying ya Fear Factor
But Joe aint the host my nigga, you have the access to the most
Noted flow on Shadys faction
And I aint being cocky, if so accept my apology
Except, know I process my thoughts logically
First weeks sales tops the toll from tsunami
But haters like the L, its the white boy behind me
But you couldnt inhale a flow thats more grimey
It would still prevale if another label sign me
Obie so timely, must Obie remind em
The first nigga to shine solo from the place ya find em
Native Detroiter, ghetto reporter, hit you wit some
Heavy metal for supporting what ya caught us
A little something different from the homie from Michigan
Basically, Obies ripping on any instrument hes given, come on

[Chorus>
{All I want is whats mine I dont care who I hurt}
Since they wanna know
{All I want is whats mine I dont care who I hurt}
Since they wanna know
{End whats right and ??}
Since they wanna know
{All I want is whats mine I dont care who I hurt}
Since they wanna know

[2nd verse>
Four niggas in a whip
All foes say they aint fucking with Trice shit
Somebodys lying, Im undenying, denying me means that
The driver got influence over you on certain things
Be destinguished, just cuz you aint feeling his favorite emcee
Dont mean you speak no English
Hop out the car, catch the bus
At least you be established as the man that you are
I hate to take it so far and so tedious
But niggas bleed like bitches, Im truly believing this
Once a month, they wake up with a Obie tampon
Inserted in they nuts, give em the flux cuz my bucks is up
And no this aint eBay, so please be easy
Gotta be delusional to think Obie is losing yo
Let em get a whiff of some shit, they quick to abuse it though

[chorus>

[3rd verse>
Peep what Os selling when I hit em with Van Halen
But its just a man from the ghetto rebelling
Rebel without a cause, cause Im in them Superman drawers
Running around the shack momma had us living
Now ya mans living a inch from truly killing em
A dude or ambition, a gift, given from the man who invented em
When the system Scrooged just like Lil Tim and em
Will bless the child who manuevers the censors, then
Spitting venom, have them same dudes interested in him
My visions unlimited, musics my outlet, I rock a outfit
For all the foul shit I witnessed, make it my business
To get a listener of one, clear description
If you hearing them, you would catch what Im pitching
Guarantee to serve your addiction, c-c-come on

[chorus>







Violent
[Thug> There he go right there, got this nigga. Whats up Obie?
[gun fire>
[Obie> Oh shit
[gun fire>
[Thug> Uh, uh, uh nigga. Yeah nigga, shit
[car pulls away>

Obie Trice

[Chorus>
You can catch me in the hood, up to no good
With that Mac like right beside me
I aint by no niggaz eyeing my figures
Deprive me of my life, try me
Ima rip up tissue, homie I wont miss you
Thisll be the day that ya dying
Nigga Im violent
Ya hearing the sirens, once that ass silence
For fucking with me, nigga Im violent
Cause Im so tired of these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie
Cause nigga Im violent

[1st verse>
Hat match the jacket, jack match the glove
Glove match the Mac that send niggaz above
All black when his faggot ass acts up
When the boys interrupted haters cant wait to duck
Cause when I buck I leave a peep hole in his face
They peep O in the place then they get a bad taste
In they mouth, running his lip, I pull that ouch off my hip
Commence to spit, Im too grown for this
But they tend to take you back to when youre known for riff raff
Thatll be his ass, fucking with this cat

[Chorus>

[2nd verse>
They say O calm ya nerve, but some niggaz need to be served
Cause its purpose is unheard of
Blacks done seen too much murder to flirt with death
Guess he feels it aint nuthin left
Thats when the weapon is taking its last breath
If he think for a second he taking me outta my flesh
Violent when it comes to putting Obie to rest
Natural cause is the only way they say he left
Not from no hater, I got too many guns
So, when it come to that shit, Im off one nigga

[Chorus>

[3rd verse>
Incompacitating O, no, Im so
Observational I recognize you hos
Nocturnal mufuckas knocking ya mans
Cause Im sitting on paper bigger then Shaq hands
Plus every chance I get Obie advance
From spitting to getting riches, Im so enhanced
On bitch ass niggaz trying to slow my plans
Realest shit a nigga ever spoke to fans
Listen, Im taking kites in the pen
A nigga ever offend again, and thats on my kid

[Chorus>







Wake Up
They say he was a monster from birth, so
Fuck it, Ill just a lean warn-os them hoes
I suppose O took on the street life
Even though my mother told me I could be otherwise
Wasnt the school type, I was too cool
My agenda wasnt general education, nigga
Generalizing Obies expectations
It was like, a cucoo in twenty-twos
Bad news my nigga, pass the brew
Cause in a week we be pouring a glass for you
So rapidly homies become causualties
We was just playing Madden
Now a nigga sad for his family, thats how it happens
Dudes get blasted, another casket
Another child becomes a fatherless bastard
Make a nigga wanna grab this rachet
Its so tragic, and Obie cant get past it
And you wonder why a niggall flash it
Just to, show these demons that I aint having it
Put em beneathe the grass in a flash
Homie Im from the craft
And to make it where Im at, thats called Soldierism
Real niggaz notice em, they wanna flow with em
Wanna do major shows with em
Get the fuck out the ghetto wit em
Heavy metal, leave a nigga twisted, dont fret
This is the set we live in
But I aint crying or whining about my enviornment
Even though black folk is dying constant
Niggazll shoot you unconscious
Wit no conscience, until you lose conscience
Conscious, and pompous white folk think Im just rhyming
Just designing lines, just for the sake of shining
Like I just speak violent applying to the business Im in
Rewind and find him in a dirty ass hood with no sight of climbing
Moving on up was just The Jeffersons
Rest of us watching the tube got less then them
So why you vexing him? Why you stretching him out?
He got the weapon all because his whereabouts
Born and raised, mental slaves
And I dont see change before Im seeing the grave
All I see is my homies corpse decay
Crying at his wake, cant recognize his face
Face it, you not identifying with me
My identity distorts ya visibility
So you cant see me, peep what hes achieving
You recieve information from TV
Im in the hood, I live it you read about it
Rest in peace Peezy
Please believe Obie eyesve seen The Wire
Prior to what you seeing on the screen
I done been in and out of the bing
Lost niggaz to unfortunate things
Thats why, praise the Lord Im still on the scene
Praise the Creator who made human beings
Just for creating a nigga like me
A nigga that put the umph in G, yeah

[Chorus 2X>
Wake up
I try to reach out but you wont
Wake up
My brothers and sisters, we got to
Wake up
Fore you stuck in the system, and then ya
Wake up
Reality hits ya, before you can
Wake up









Out Of State
[Verse 1>
Roll out, straight to the ATL
Coming from the DET gotta bail
Gotta get mail in adbundance
Stat watch that yay on the oven
Nigga this hustlin
Had enough gettin nothing
Cooped in the ??? ???
Gotta get accustomed
So I push that dust, thats me crushin
Push that new stank ugly,
Snowflakes in the hood like flurries,
Nigga so urgently, gotta earn that cheese, affirmatively,
The firm with me gotta, turn the keys of a 64 fever,
So eager, go re-up, get cheese on the old school beeper,
No two-ways, no feds, only way a nigga get head get bread,
Stay low-pro, no po-po, no hoes in the spot where the dope grow

[Bridge>
We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,
Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin outta state!
Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up!

[Verse 2>
Dippin now, in the CAL, get Dre on the phone,
Gotta put that fluff on hold, homegrown, holmes know,
Bubonic chronic gots to move on it soon as possible
Honest, U-Hauls, movin by two anonymous drivers
Reclinin, just a couple of folks reload from the West to the East coast,
Gotta get that dough, flip them bows, get back to the Mo like pronto
With guacemole, niggaz cant grow these, got it where they make nacho,
Not so? Taste that, wipe the Ajax off that plastic wrap,
Look at him now, his eyes saggin like my Dickie khaks,
In fact nigga cheef on that, please believe I gotta get them stacks

[Bridge>
We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,
Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin outta state!
Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up!

[Verse 3>
Haters, faders know, Detroit flavor gators bankroll,
You can never trust them stank hoes, Minnesota got that stroleon(?), troleum
On that rack, gotta flip them Os like that, get that dough right back
Gotta make sure niggaz intact
Strapped, niggaz get mad,
Gotta have witchu, Gat
Gotta put them boys in bags, make noise,
Niggaz know you aint havin that
Gotta have that, gettin ass since,
Where the math at? Nigga pass that
No average, pure, what do you think a nigga down here for?
Get more, gotta push them Bentley Azures,
Niggaz on empty, gotta get it up plenty, niggaz know wit me

[Bridge>
We, got to get this paper dog anywhere it takes,
Be,fore you see a nigga like myself break, even, if it means that we rollin outta state!
Gotta get it at a good rate, get bucks, come home with the weight up!







Kill Me A Mutha
[QUOTE: SCARFACE>
I told you - dont fuck with me, stupid fuck, look at you now

[INTRO>
Yeah! Ha ha
Have you noticed like,
When niggas go to the club theres always,
This one knuckle head nigga always mean mugging and shit? Huh.
You wanna, you wanna have contact with me.
Have contact with men.
All these bitches in here.
Faggot ass. This for them hard head niggas, man.

[VERSE 1>
Now I don wanna come across as a boss, some type of mafia,
But these are my thoughts, they awful - I wont argue witcha,
But see, I got a cause, a clause that I live by,
Keep the heater close because, I dont want to die.
You see Im from Detroit where they dump em off in cofins,
And often theres assorted men with bullet holes departed him,
And I dont want no parts of him, crazy complications,
So I keep the heater cocked up, incase of confrontation,
And I would just be faking if I said I wouldnt erase him,
If he blatantly, tried to take away Gods creation

[CHORUS>
(Ill kill me a muhfucker)
Runnin up on me, may he, rest in peace much release
(Ill kill me a muh-fucker)
Yeah look atchya now for runnin ya mouth, stretched on the ground
(Ill kill me a muhfucker)
Aint no way you can stop it, On that hot shit, we can get it poppin
(Ill kill me a muhfucker)
[QUOTE: SCARFACE>
"I told you, dont fuck with me, stupid fuck, look at you now."

[VERSE 2>
Now Im ridin through the city in the range with no tense,
Just to show these mother fuckers yes I aym a resident,
I aint stack up my pennies just to move out the city,
So if you got a problem with me, you should know where to get me,
Niggas kill whos me - portraying that thug,
My nigga yous a crack baby, go smoke on some drugs,
Before that hot piece of slug make it where you aint budgin,
dont even nudge him its over for cousin, he caught a dozen,
Just for fuckin with the wrong animaal,
Animated no more, off to hell, yes Ill...

[CHORUS>
(Ill kill me a muhfucker)
Runnin up on me, may he, rest in peace much release
(Ill kill me a muh-fucker)
Yeah look atchya now for runnin ya mouth, stretched on the ground
(Ill kill me a muhfucker)
Aint no way you can stop it, On that hot shit, we can get it poppin
(Ill kill me a muhfucker)
[QUOTE - SCARFACE>
"I told you, dont fuck with me, stupid fuck, look at you now."

[VERSE 3>
When Im down in ATL, Stat Quo keep my fo-fos so shorty know: Obie for real,
When Im chillin in LA, Dre keep my A-Ks so Im like an S-A from banging that steal,
When Im out in NYC, Fifty hold artilery for me, watch me shut down sun and dunny,
Listen. O-bizzle, hov the technizzle,
holding you neck if you, disrespect Dizzle,
Sizzle up tissue, missiles will not miss you,
maybe your mamma when that pistol upsniff you

[CHORUS>
(Ill kill me a muhfucker)
Runnin up on me, may he, rest in peace much release
(Ill kill me a muh-fucker)
Yeah look atchya now for runnin ya mouth, stretched on the ground
(Ill kill me a muhfucker)
Aint no way you can stop it, On that hot shit, we can get it poppin
(Ill kill me a muhfucker)
[QUOTE: SCARFACE>
"I told you, dont fuck with me, stupid fuck, look at you now."







Jamaican Girl
(feat. Brick & Lace)

Call me baby, baby
{She say}
Call me baby, baby
{She say}
Call me baby, baby
{She say}
Call me baby, baby
{She say}

[Chorus: Brick & Lace>
I just want you in my arms Obie
Hold you till the morning Obie
Know you got it going on Obie
I dont hear what the rumbleclots say {She say}
I just want you in my arms Obie
Hold you till the morning Obie
Know you got it going on Obie
Sex and on that good love to me

[1st Verse>
She say she like em dark skinn-ded
Not timid, wanna rumble in my loft is it
Talk different, her walks exscusite
Switch is ridiculous, locks is twisted
Like a block she said visit us
Jamrock why dont you picture us, with
Kids or whip, a ton of cannabis
So I can can it on a cannoe
Sippin coconuts like its a can of some brew
Im what she plan to hold on to {she say}

[chorus>

[2nd verse>
Haters wanna hate, hey no way, hey
Shell slit ya throat, mess around with O
She move a pound of coke, like brown with hopes
Of being close to folk, if you clown ya poked
No joke, murder she wrote, provoke me no a rotty
Be a dead body, it be that dread hotty
Me no know noone that more potty
Down on her knees, up in the party to please my body {she say}

[chorus>
I just want you in my arms Obie
Hold you till the morning Obie
Know you got it going on Obie
I dont hear what them rumbleclots say {She say}
I just want you in my arms
Till the break of dawn we can get it on Obie
Aint no need to prolong Obie
Realest nigga on this song is Obie

[3rd verse>
Way she move, got me in her hypnotic ways
Her voice manuevers, got me thinking bout her day to day
See Im faced with beauty, theres nothing more for me to say
Put on the dance floor and play with Obie
And its no cliche, Os great like the lake
So she pond the river her way of doing the snake
Jamaican God, make a true playa break
Say it aint so, ya truth is fate
Incense lit when shes interested in insertion
Any minute ya squirting, she gifted in
Giving you the business, hurting em
Plus she know that art of perversion {she say}

[chorus>

Call me baby, baby [x12>
[talking fades out>








Ballad Of Obie Trice
[Chorus>
O, O, O, O, O
I think this
Obie Trice [7X>
O, O, O, O

[Obie Trice: talking over chorus>
Id like to reintroduce myself, haha
If you dont know by now. Its Obie Trice man

[1st verse>
I came from nothing solo, straight outta the dumpster hobo
Made up my monster, I was cultivatingly slanging that cocoa
Hated the po po, locally known as abominable snow-o
Later the pig fo rated the home where I made the dough grow
So on and so fo, the story of us urban negros
Created as equals we wouldnt have to be so eager to mistreat you
We as a people heated in evenings doing these evils
Gotta eat you, be cool, got a kid to feed thatll reach you
Or did it see thru? Or do I just speak thru the EQ just to say I got a hot sequel
When niggaz on the block gotta eat, gotta cop, gotta cot when they caught by the cops
Young Tupacs, laid in the box or they age in a cell blocks, fade away
Brick walls, steel gates, cant wait for the day to be free, thats why Im

[Chorus>
[Obie talking over chorus>
Seen it, I done ate it, I done shit it
Slept it, lived it, now I spit it
Shady

[2nd verse>
Working that house off an no-doze, got an ounce to roll on
Trying to get rid of the pounds, I gotta whip the bounce, I gotta put that chrome on
Same old song, young nigga thats trying to get some where I come from
Funds, need em in abundance, whole bunch, only way a city boy function
In conjunction with selling this substance
Chips stay up, fuck it, glucks keep coming, take another pie out the oven
Ima be hugging these corners till these corners corner me
But currently, Im calculating this currency, urgency
Gotta earn a G, uphearnestly, up early when the birdsll sing
Its an emergency, never did occur to me, that the first and the thirdll be
Such a thirst for me, life almost took a turn for the worst for me took to see
I finally had a purpose on Earths surface the seed that was birthing me
[Obie> Gotta do a little soul searching and [Obie> myself personally
And to think all Em had to hear is one verse from me
To confirm and unblur my dreams
Best believe since burst on the scene, Ima be here certainly
With no uncertainties, yes indeed, Ima get this cheese and thats why hes

[Chorus fades out>

[Obie talking over chorus>
Thats why Im
Thats what made me
Haha
Thats why Im
Young black man in America
Get up and get yours nigga
I know you struggling man, I been there
I see you
Get up and get yours nigga
Aint no looking back now









Cry Now
[Intro>
"Crrrry"
Giant face nigga (giant face nigga)
Get it together (get it togheter)
I aint goin nowhere (nowhere)
O. Trice (O. Trice)

[Verse 1>
Niggaz wanna kill me, till a nigga stoned
Wanna peel my cap back, see a nigga gon
All because I rap actual facts on a song
Its no fabrication, whats wrong (whats wrong)
Slum cracked to the day come (day come)
But they dont wanna gimme that, say he fakin (fakin)
Schoolcraft is the makin (makin)
But God forsake em, they hate Im great
Conservin them weight, to the Top 8 at 8
You whether see him wait, momma hypervenalate
Tuckin her son underneath the state (Michigan)
Hip-Hops my fate, since cassette tapes
Ive been braced what you know of, as this niggaz culture
Put it in a chokehold, spoke as a soldier (soldier)
Yea he provoke him, to pull up out his holster
Leave you wit a visible ulcer, oggle and off ya
Niggaz ought to when he lyrically off us
All cause he salty, Im rollin like a boss
I dont follow niggas course, Im akward
My choice, Rock City is my voice
The White Boy stepped down, so I will accept the crown
Exceptional however, never let ya down
Found my new niche, no more bricks
So Im pitchin 16s, verbally bitch

[Chorus>
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now

[Verse 2>
Cry all you wanna, numero uno stunna
Then snuck up on ya, Lord what has become of us
The Boy hold the "D" down, like none other
Up comin since slums, cant knock them mothafuckas
So we, take shots at em, try to snuff em
Whether see em suffer, then become one up on us
Round the globe, promotin us hustlas
The white boys cool, but refuse they brothers
So we, cock the tools, and shoot our own color
This aint Detroit Red, you wont (X) me out (Malcolm)
I exit this, whenever be from a violent outcome
I turn Exorcist on niggaz wit extra clips
Exit on my ethics, is no longer present
X-rays show, I was this close to Heaven
So for future reference, I stay this close to a weapon {click-clack}
Who you testin, never said I was the best, never stressin
Dont make me get in my zone, I will own that whole note (fa sho)
Metaphorically, for where I roam on chrome yo (fa sho)
Detroit for niggaz thats slow, its the O
I was birth wit Jehovahs hand on my soul

[Chorus>
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now

[Verse 3>
Cant explain the gift; but my aim is to take
What the streets gave my brain and spit
And I aint evaporate, I will remain the shit
So ya lames that got a problem wit the game - tough tit
He still in the same Range, windows fixed
And Im killin em come a-gain, thats as real as it gets
Off ya, tryna make me depart ya, from my thought-a
Coffins for you, and the nigga that brought ya
The hatin start in ya, release from our father
The people at the alter, saying ya better off
You dont wanna see a demon, come out of a humen being
Recent being the sience, and to him its too extreme
Catch me in the BM, like Tupac and them
Or in that Tahoe like Christopher - NO
Poppa gon keep poppin Cris on you hoes
And piss on those, who exist as my foes
O rolls through shit, spittin cold flows
Knows his business, Ill be missed if I go
Who you know holdin the city on his shoulders
Flow is ferocious, its O shit, true vocalist - BITCH!

[Chorus>
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Cry now
"Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now

[Outro>
"Crrrrrry now" [to fade>










Obie Story
[Mom> Mommas so proud of you, you did so good on that report card today baby
Imma let you pick out whatever you want
[Obie> Ma, I can get any shoes I want?
[Mom> Thats right, today is your day
Momma dont have much, but Ill spend it all on you today
[Obie> Okay, I want these. Ah man, Imma look fresh when I go to school

Such a beautiful thing, being embraced by a woman thats a queen
With big dreams for the younger sibling
O couldnt do no wrong
According to report cards Obie brought home
They say good in spelling
Spelling bees always excelling
Which was so overwhelming that Momma took him shopping
Copped him the new Jays
Swear to God homie this was Obies cool days
BMXing up the block with the tennant living next to him
Shooting hopes, who got hops?
Worthy, when he pop a jump shot
No worries, just a pocket full of sugar or whatnot
Hit the candy house on the block
It was pickle in them spot
Then things turn around when Obiell lay down
Hear the sounds of fire rounds surrounded em
Astounded him, the volume of the blast had me so interested
Momma falling with cash, she cant get a nigga in this bitch
They wanna hit the ass, nigga start ditching class
Dad aint around, he left a nigga
Sagging in them Superman drawers that one Saturday
Is it my fault, shit got dark?
Mom and I fall apart, relationship taunts, bad talk
"Cant stand you, looking like ya Daddy with that same walk"
{Muthafucka you - }
Now a niggas out in the streets
Two nickle plated thirty-eights on me
Cant stay away from beef
Scrapping with them niggas from the other side
Sipping Saint Ives rocking old school flannels
Old school niggas see that Im an animal
Front me at 16, see how my roll handle
Now Im up the Os but wait on the affy
Cuz here come my muthafuckin baby, cool
Had to slow my role
Plus my P.O. got a nigga pissing in a bowl
Hold my temperment cuz I see such innocence
When Im looking in Kobes pupils
Despite all the dope I sold I had to change my road
I just might be able to grow old
Older brother said, "Yo O
Imma quit my job so we can chase our goals
Ill be manager-a-go, you can rap I suppose"
Thats what we did, I still flipped a little bit
Saved up my chips and put it into music
"Well Known Asshole" a underground hit
Still scrambling, looking like shit
Baby momma think Im smoking more then a spliff
Think a blessing came from the man who invented my gift
When Eminem said "let me hear you spit"
Wrote my signature, now Shady Obie represents
Hit em with the D12 skit
Can exhale now I see my Moms aint pissed
She hit em with a smile cuz Obie became focused
From independent out the trunk like them dope kids
To platinum plaques, world tours, getting noticed
An inappropriate soldier became so ferocious
In this Hip-Hop culture that I long for
The roller coaster O was on so young
Took a turn right into his song
Thats right, from after school fights
To pushing white, to pursuing his career heights
One mics, all I need involved with beats
Imma be the streets to Jesus, cars on me
And thatll be the day you applaud and see
The underdog gets his eventually

Gotta end it though
Im all in it, theres no limits
And its so splendid
Real names, no gimmics
No image, just a soldier who spoke what he lived
From the ribs with it, the flows vintage
Obie gotta do this for real
Yeah
Obie Trice










Everywhere I Go
(feat. 50 Cent)

[Obie Trice & 50 Cent>
Yeah, ride wit me
Come ride wit Trice, man
I brought my man wit me, Curtis Interscope Jack
Ha-ha, ha-ha
Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif
Yeah, holla at em

[Chorus x2: 50 Cent>

Everywhere I go, I mean like everywhere I be
It seems like everybody knows how I get down
Know who I be, homie

[Obie Trice>
They say Obie Trice gone, look at him
Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at him ?
Now I recite songs with icons
See, I come from convicts and crumbs, my nigga
Listen, its transvicious, shows hes ambitious
Nothin less than a man gettin off his ass in bandation
Into the world of ass-kissin, witnessin with Ashton Kutcher
Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures
Went from rags to riches to gettin ass from bitches
That saw me grasp the situation at hand, when you used to have to ask for digits
Now they pass it to you like easy, fast pick-tickets
Classic, isnt it ? Comin from a past with a casket
Dip somethin beneath the grass so youre cremated to ashes, nigga
Created from the crab, this is past fictitious
Fif, tell em how it was when we last done visit

[Chorus x2: 50 Cent>

[Obie Trice>
And now the spotlights on Trice
But back when the spot life was Trice
I always kept aside a spot for a mic, despite wrongs and rights
I would write after I slung white to homes on the pike
I had a notion I would be bi-coastal
But being across the ocean is la vida loca
And va do loco, Im in ???
Kinicheewa in Tokyo and Sushi with eel
I got a taste for that ??? hes choppin up in Brazil
Drinkin the finest wines in France on the hill
Now, how real is he to come from where we get killed
To havin all his dreams fulfilled
Look out, I got fantasies of bein in Italy where the women be
Offerin me ???, eatin on Arsobuco
Awesome, I know
So often, we just reach the coffin and never get to see what the worlds offerin

[Chorus x2: 50 Cent>

[50 Cent>
Yeah, things change, man
You know, get a chance to travel
See the world, you start to look at things a little different

[Obie Trice>
I aint bullshittin you
Cause I aint never thought Id see it out the hood
Huh, look at a nigga now









24s
[1st verse>
What you got? what you want? what you like? what you need?
Who you with? I dont give a shit, you come leave here with me
Whats my name? You know that, whats yours? Never mind
Girl get ya behind in my ride and lets glide on 24s
Im up in the club with a bottle of bub
Got a model and I double up, and you know its like that
They wanna give a nigga the goods, wanna give the goodies up
And make for a night cap, tell me what excite that
With that nice ass, make a nigga say "gon girl"
Make a nigga wanna put you on chrome, take a bitch home
Get it on toes curl, why dont come and hop in Os world
Got the old school parked in the back where the gats at
Where the yacks at, access, got em on the way to the mattress
Pass that, toting hey in the vehicle, two broads with no bras
No draws, no flaws, nope no law, I dips out in the car like what?

[Chorus>
Got a gang of bitches, getting them riches, sitting on 24s
Living that life those, that chrome always rolling different from yours
Slow ya role, you know them po po love to get a nigga in a Chevrolet fo do
But I get so low, so low low, so low on them hos

[2nd verse>
Dipping through the hood on them thangs with a full tank
Gotta pull rank, with my hand on that 45, fuck what a fool think
Try to take a nigga life when the night come, Imma light some up like a flare gun
Nine millimeter bare bellum, holding a melon, nigga at the right one
Now a niggaz on the right hunt, got a nice type honey and we into seeing ice and
Bitches wanna get the right come, Trice is the type that lay pipe like python
Parrallel to a pipe line, carousel kinda clockwise, switch em in and outta my ride
Get you for them inches I got, hop in the 350 block, lets roll

[Chorus>

[3rd verse>
Hop in the tre-nickle-o-six-four, AC blow, you be nice and cold
Ice on my neck like zero below, she zero in on O, nigga froze a ho
Pedal to the medal, we off to the mo, bitch get sentimental, fuck the ho
Got an issue, he aint gon miss you, gotta shit slew of bitches, wishing to fit ya shoes
Ridiculous how I give em exit wounds, disrespect, singing an O sex tune
Thats a bet, better yet, Dev is next, get her in the bed and her head is Pez
Best believe that Im wearing the dress, panties wet, got her in the fanny yep
Fuck it at the rest stop, getting head in the candy Lac on camera
parked in a motherfuckin handicap

[Chorus 2X>










There They Go
[Obie Trice>
Yeah!
Aye Em you ready?
Herk, you got them thangs nigga?
You know
Detroit City

[Obie Trice & Eminem>
There they go
Those D-Town boys, carry the calico
Whenever theres war, you gots to know
Them boys got toys, tear down the front do
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go

[Obie Trice>
You are not convincin
When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman
Niggas get popped for instance
Infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops, cop on some pension
Straight detention, a nigga doin tension
Once released, he on that music business
Been viewin 106 in them cafeterias
Only to find that raps actually serious
Deliriously so its back to crack and vigilance
Same shit to send them up in Michigan
Us is pimpin, a difference from any city Ive visited
Its that Detroit spirit and if we in it
Ballin out to the end, period
Use O as the reference to that sentence
The message Im sendin, you best just pay attention

[Obie Trice & Eminem>
There they go
Those D-Town boys, carry the calico
Whenever theres war, you gots to know
Them boys got toys, tear down the front do
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go

[Big Herk>
If you dont like how I act then blow me
I dont really give a shit, I represent the real cats who know me
Man whats up with that scratch you owe me
Now run my chips before we fall out like Shaq and Kobe
Big Herk on a track with Obie
When you come to the D, its cut throat, better be packin homie
And niggas get they shit split for actin phony
Were known for the glocks and the choppers
These niggas will rob you, leave you standin in ya socks and ya boxers
We got real gs and lots of imposters
I smoke the real trees, see I cop from the rosters
Yall niggas aint impress me yet
Yall yappin, not rappin, turn that shit off and press eject
See we known for the car shows, runnin from the narcos
Keep them bottles comin, we gon pop em till the bar close

[CHORUS: Obie Trice & Eminem>
There they go
Those D-Town boys, carry the calico
Whenever theres war, you gots to know
Them boys got toys, tear down the front do
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go, there they go
There they go, there they go, there they go
Those D-Town boys, carry the calico
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go

[Eminem>
Meat cleaver, leave a gash in a bitches ass
She had dreams of being an R&B singer
Diva, leave her face cut up from the waist of me
what a waste of a pretty face
And this place aint just safe, its just straight gangster
It aint just New York or LA that bangs no more
Theres latin cown kings here, Southside folk
Eastside them gangs and nothin but gang lands and
Spray paint cans and when that van rolls up, man they aint glancin
That window rolls down and that trey .8s dancin
And them shooters dont miss homie, man they hate chancin
Its straight for the dome and its vacate fast and
get the fuck outta dodge fore that blue dodge flashin
Red and blue lights, no ambulance you got flattened
And this was not supposed to be no Detroit anthem
But just so you know if you see them D-Boyz passin

[Chorus>









Ghetto
(feat. Trey Songz)

Whoooo
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto

[Chorus: Trey Songz 2X>
Im from the motherfucking slums where the cops dont come
Turn the lights on and the bugs dont run
You aint shit without no gun
In the ghetto (ghetto)
Ghetto (ghetto)

[1st verse>
Im from where diapers full of feces
Wes endangered species
Bodies lay in traffic, thats right, where the streets be
You aint seen nothing this obscene from no TV
You would have to be me to feel what Obies speaking
Bodies leak like steel pipes, its real creepy
Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason Vorhees
Youre boring me with your story, Im a Detroitee
Craft took my mind so the craft exploits me

[Chorus>

[2nd verse>
I got no pot to piss in, en route to prison
You dont want it with us nigga, we strapped with nitroglicerin
Our ambitions is some riders, thriving off poor decisions
A blessing nigga still living, still pimping, still visions of
Sitting in that foreign whip, whipping up cola take a lick
To my tongue, numb from the shit
My nuts hung since I was a young one
And thats just the slum fuck of it
Im pumped daddy gone but, gun in my palm
My momma cant save me her gender is wrong
On my own in this jungle that niggaz call home
What? His momma died from a lump in her D cup
Police freeze em up for serving these glucks
Its like a habitual situation, we stuck
The ritual is for niggaz to grab they nuts
And just soak all this bullshit up, where Im from?

[Chorus>

[3rd verse>
Im from real bridge cause, for niggaz living hard
Welfare scarers just most chicksll buy them broad
Pimping the government cause government pimping us
Rather see em suffering then niggaz live it up
Cause you aint heard? Bird got birds
But the nigga got murd cause niggaz felt he aint deserve
What he was worth, he aint a real nigga from the turf
He was birth with money, thats why they left him bloody
Im from the streets where most these niggaz nutty
I adapt to em, Im exactly in tuned with em
Strapped with the Mac that extract flesh from humans
Home sweet home, better known as The Ruins

[Chorus>

Whoaa!

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