[Obie Trice]
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Yeah
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Trice
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Statik Selektah
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[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
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O back around the corner
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Got the crack, put in your orders
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We 'bout to run up out the stores
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It's notorious, the way I got big spitting stories
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Being me's X-Clan, Vanglorious
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We're not your favorite, fuck it
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You know the system and you buck it
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Have you revisiting how you used to love it
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A nigga spew through the music, acoustics, cool kid
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Used to pursue excuses, truth is, I was truent in school
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So its influence is foolish, that was my views
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I'm back at it, the rap addict, by any means
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We gon get these stacks accurate, no skinny jeans
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Say he ain't a star, niggas might be right
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I'm so regular, nigga gotta shit tonight
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Take it back Selektah, let a¢æ?em know it's Trice
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Put your seatbelts on, we gon' ride tonight
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[Verse 2: Eminem]
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And I would like to introduce myse-self
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Surprise! Hi, it's Ike
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a¢æ?Bout to get my Ike on, I come with a life supply
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Of wife beaters and my Nikes on
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And a white tee over that Iron Mike
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Lookin' fly tonight, feel like I might die from a spider bite
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Come back as Spider-Man, Park my Peter inside a dyke
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Bitch actin' like she got fuckin' higher standards than Meijer's, right
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Had to pry her fingers off the motherfuckin' Breyer's ice cream
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With the pliers, like a¢æ©«AAHHH!a¢æ?
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Only a ruthless bastard would do this
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Take a toothles bitch with no taste buds to Ruth Chris
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Give her toothpicks, stop on the way home
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Pick up two Big Bufords
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Girl, you got a nice pair, but you're plum stupid!
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So when I pull up in that Benz
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Don't try to pretend you ain't interested
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To impress your stupid ass friends
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And refuse to get in woman, and get slammed on the ground
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And snap like a pool stick against cement
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If you suck of dick, pretend it's a musical instrument
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You get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
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I can tell at first glance you're a ho
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Cause your pants are so tight
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When you dance with O. Trice, your implants explode
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So cold to dykes, the chance is snow in San Francisco
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Boy I'm from Detroit city, you livin' in animosity
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That's a fucked up state to be in, such an atrocity
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Look where these random thoughts get me
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In senseless mind babble, a¢æ©«What me? Apologize? labrbrra¢æ?
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That's just the way the rhyme unravels
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And I wouldn't fucking take it back if I time traveled!
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[Hook: Eminem]
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Just call me Richard, cause I'm a dick
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It's also Richard cause I feel like you should
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Pry your fucking mouth up off of it
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I said just call me Richard, cause I'm a dick
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You ain't gotta be no detective to figure out I'm a dick
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When I hold my privates to your first clue
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Sherlock, prick! Just call me Richard
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[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
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That's my motives, jumpin' out them Rovers
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All white, like I was right up in the Dakotas
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Or Minnesota, did I mention soda?
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When it's mixed with viola, watch my cup runneth over
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Cut from a soldier
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Them ho niggas disposable toaster
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Putting holes in a nigga getting close enough
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Being me till the credits roll
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Till my condition is beyond what the medics know
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They wanna edit O
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Like a prosthetic third leg let it go
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This is Shady 1.0 Em let a¢æ?em know
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I still profit through the process
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The prize in my jeans my balls'll never digress
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I'm a dick that I brag about
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I put it in fast and then I drag it out
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World, I be your special friend see
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Cause these suckas suffer from pseudo penis envy
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[Hook: Eminem]
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Richard
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