(feat. Obie Trice)
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Yeah, this is DJ Seven Deuce
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of the Motown sounds on W-Down, ha ha
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Give a big shout out to Runyan Ave.
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and them Detroit players, y'knowhatImean?
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And we gonna go to the phone lines right now
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Caller.. [BEEP]
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Caller my ass! You know who this is
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Look I'm mad as hell
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First you got Eminem, this nigga say he gon' get me on his album
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No show I didn't get on it
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Then he signed these niggaz D-12, these lil' punk ass niggaz
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Then all of a sudden I heard he signed a new motherfucker named
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[Obie Trice]
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Obie Trice, first I took the underground over
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The well-known asshole brought y'all whore
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Then the industry start interestin me
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Now I'm Shady Records like Marshall Mathers LP
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Mr. Trice, the name has occured
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in your conversation, but the face is a blur
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And if you never spoke my name, nigga you heard
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Got word, from that mega bitch that stay bootleggin
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Underground since the Fu-Schnickens
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Or underground since Chi-Ali was fuckin with them stupid bitches
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Different species (AHHH!)
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Shittin on you punk motherfuckers
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with a Dirty Dozen type of feces
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Obie Trice
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