[Intro]
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You just a shiesty ass nigga, O!
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You never get work from us
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Come around here we all just gon' fuck you up
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So damn shiesty, matter fact
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Nigga what the fuck you want?!
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Man we gon' fuck yo' ass up
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Yo, yo
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[Obie Trice]
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Aiyyo I shoot up the block
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Tell my nigga P front me a quarter rock
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(What up O? Nigga, ain't shit for free!)
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But you know me, I'm Obie, down the street your little homie!
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(Yeah here man, take it, but remember nigga you owe me)
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Yeah whatever, how I look payin him back?
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I keep the scratch, to get my mother mouse traps
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Chillin with Rich, I might snatch his gat
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I'm just playin the game man! (Fuck that, gimme my gun back)
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Shit, where I'm at I gets no respect
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Done fucked over folks, they wanna break my neck
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I can't show my face, always meetin new friends
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Cause new friends equals new Timbs, they spend
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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What you want Obie? Leave me alone!
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No you can't use my fuckin cell phone!
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What you want Obie? Get off my dick!
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No you can't borrow, buy your own shit!
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[Obie Trice]
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"What you want Obie?" Hand-me-downs motherfucker
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And don't hand me frowns when I snatch the Timbs sweater
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Exit the room before me wouldn't be smart
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Cause snatchin your personal belongings is my art
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Get caught? Doubt it
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I make a nigga believe +I+ bought it
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And change the subject, that's the object of it
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Sell representative of self
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Hit the liquor store, make you forget the fifth on my shelf
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Cause Obie had yo' mind on some'n else
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I figure shit, the fifth's for me!
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Fuck the third party
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Me and your bitch can drink the whole fifth Bacardi
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Fuck her brains out 'til she start payin money
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I know it sounds self-centered, I'm self-aware
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But to self-scutinize, I don't really care
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[Chorus]
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[Obie Trice]
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"What you want Obie?" Bill Gates to meet
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So I can purchase tapes from BMG
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I can get his Hancock, and watch what you see
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My whole block livin fair like +Prince in Bel-Air+
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Instead of broken stairs and boarded up window
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Little Jacques deliver rock in his limo
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Until then, I'll utilize friends
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Catch you slippin, I might be drivin your Benz
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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"What you want Obie?"
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Yeah, what you want nigga? What you want?
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All y'all out there, yeah
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Get your own - get your own
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These young brothers carryin chromes
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Ready to come get they shit, yeah
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You shit on the next man, he gon' shit on you back
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Knahmean? Sing it to 'em
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Shit on him he'll shit you back
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Without a doubt, I'm off this track
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What You Want
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| Obie Trice |
