Since they wanna know
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Since they wanna know
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I said since they wanna know
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Here's the formula on O, now lets go
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{All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt}
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Since they wanna know
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{All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt}
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Since they wanna know
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Second rounds on me
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Obie Trice
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Emil hit em, let's go
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[1st verse]
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Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8'' stature
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Back with a second album, supplying ya Fear Factor
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But Joe ain't the host my nigga, you have the access to the most
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Noted flow on Shady's faction
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And I ain't being cocky, if so accept my apology
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Except, know I process my thoughts logically
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First weeks sales tops the toll from tsunami
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But haters like the L, it's the white boy behind me
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But you couldn't inhale a flow that's more grimey
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It would still prevale if another label sign me
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Obie so timely, must Obie remind em
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The first nigga to shine solo from the place ya find em
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Native Detroiter, ghetto reporter, hit you wit some
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Heavy metal for supporting what ya caught us
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A little something different from the homie from Michigan
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Basically, Obie's ripping on any instrument he's given, come on
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[Chorus]
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{All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt}
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Since they wanna know
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{All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt}
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Since they wanna know
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{End what's right and ??}
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Since they wanna know
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{All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt}
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Since they wanna know
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[2nd verse]
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Four niggas in a whip
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All foes say they ain't fucking with Trice shit
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Somebody's lying, I'm undenying, denying me means that
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The driver got influence over you on certain things
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Be destinguished, just cuz you ain't feeling his favorite emcee
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Don't mean you speak no English
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Hop out the car, catch the bus
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At least you be established as the man that you are
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I hate to take it so far and so tedious
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But niggas bleed like bitches, I'm truly believing this
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Once a month, they wake up with a Obie tampon
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Inserted in they nuts, give em the flux cuz my bucks is up
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And no this ain't eBay, so please be easy
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Gotta be delusional to think Obie is losing yo
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Let em get a whiff of some shit, they quick to abuse it though
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[chorus]
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[3rd verse]
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Peep what O's selling when I hit em with Van Halen
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But it's just a man from the ghetto rebelling
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Rebel without a cause, cause I'm in them Superman drawers
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Running around the shack momma had us living
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Now ya mans living a inch from truly killing em
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A dude or ambition, a gift, given from the man who invented em
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When the system Scrooged just like Lil Tim and em
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Will bless the child who manuevers the censors, then
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Spitting venom, have them same dudes interested in him
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My visions unlimited, music's my outlet, I rock a outfit
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For all the foul shit I witnessed, make it my business
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To get a listener of one, clear description
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If you hearing them, you would catch what I'm pitching
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Guarantee to serve your addiction, c-c-come on
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[chorus]
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Wanna Know
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Obie Trice |