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Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks
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Rap; I been in it ever since I was invented
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That's cuz a nigga live it
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My records wield digits in history - niggaz you be the witness
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I got the white boys mad at me
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Cuz Em, signed another black boy like he nigga happy
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Caucasians, Marshall knows talent
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Obie Trice a riot, that's why he's hired
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I hit ya raves, balloons and E's
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and bang all your European Pamela Lee's
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Fuckin aye, or how we say it round my way
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"Fo sho", Trice gon' blow, then I'm off to them shows
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I'm off across the globe, until my accounts all swoll
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For young Kobe - big things, act like ya know me
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Not a soul can hold me, I'm here
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[Chorus]
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That's why I ain't got no, ("rap name")
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The name's ("Obie Trice") ("??????")
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So I came to the game ("real name, no gimmicks")
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Rap my living...
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That's why I ain't got no, ("Rap Name")
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The name's ("Obie Trice") ("??????")
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So I came to the game ("real name, no gimmicks")
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Rap my living - that's why I ain't got no
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[Obie Trice]
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It didn't take much - one hot single (BAM!!)
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Smiles and handshakes my man
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The industry greeted me with open arms
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With no type of flak cuz O. Trice got that
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Fugaze y'all rap, who gave y'all dat?
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New wave of mu-zack that your all lovin
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Got your broads on my balls huggin
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Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?!)
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Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock
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gettin hit by trucks, starin at twat
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A big cannon in ya G-spot
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Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot
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Whether or not you believe my status
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I'm prepared to be the baddest on the rap that's happenin
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Put the Mitten back on the map with Mathers and win this
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[Chorus]
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[Obie Trice]
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Well I'm drunk right now, but still I got a gun
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Beef? (*cocked and two shots*) best-a run
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Cuz when I pop, people's flesh get numb
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And whoa.. ya might not make it till ya young
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The only one with okay's wanna blaze
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Meet my little friends on racks in my den
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Pull 'em out, that's when the action begins
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And ya block, remind you of Mad Max the film
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Deserted, that's word to vacant homes
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2002 Trice up in ya headphones
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(*vocal scratch* - If it's ya system)
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Trice up in ya bows
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(*vocal scratch* - If it's ya women)
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Then Trice up in ya hoes!
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I suppose that I am kinda cocky, when it's dealin
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with raps, chicks, and cats out to sock me
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I handle it like Rocky, Jake Sneed
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Rakim, Eric B. - O's a G!
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[Chorus]
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{*scratching*}
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"rap name" ... "rap name" ... "Obie Trice"
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"You can get stomped by Obie..."
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Rap Game
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| 50 Cent |
