[Intro]
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MoSS Productions
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Obie Trice...
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Ha ha, yeah!
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[Obie Trice]
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Rap is a necessity, so God don't question me
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about how long I been doin this shit here
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I spark like a flare, and tear through a stank bitch underwear
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when my testosterone's in full gear
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I'm rugged - and when the music bump out
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I call niggaz out, that's how I club it
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Shit, you dug it, yo' punk ass got retarded
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cause the moment my music bump your pussy ass farted
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Ha! That's how hard I hit
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Call it collision effect to make you player haters sick
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Obie Trice truly is ridiculous with lyrics
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I know you wanna drive my style but talk stiddicks
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New millenium nigga, bringin mayhem
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My slave rap is for real, games I never played 'em
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I'll stab him in the abdomen
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And leave him gaspin for air like asthma really attacked him
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I'll leave you paralyzed with no more action, or verb
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I know Obie get on your nerves
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I'm like a nigga tryin to stay at your spot, without a job
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Or a gang of thugs beatin on your head by the mob
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Run that sob[?] but no more heartthrob
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You're stiff like a carcass full of maggots and shit
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layin on the corner
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I leave bodies more rotted than John Jr.'s body at the motherfuckin coroner
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Your face mutilated, legs decapitated
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from foul fuckin your dick, your dick disintegrated
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Burnt niggaz never learned nigga
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It's Obie Trice - now say nice!
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[Chorus: Deuce Wonder]
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My veins pump purple rain
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My pores sweat liquid cocaine
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My eyes are dry, dry, dry..
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My spirit's maaade in proof
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My body craaaves that juice
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My mind is high, high, high..
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You on the wrong side of these drums
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[Obie Trice]
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I intensify your high
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Bump me through your systems and watch blood trickle out your eye
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I make you feel like you meltin, or seein the devil, in 3-D
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Only it's Obie on CD
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Mr. Trice unfamiliar?
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But I'm the same nigga that killed ya - go read ya poem
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I hit harder than them Hiroshima type bombs
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Relocate arms - no more wri-ting
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Obie Trice be live for the night
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And any nigga try to take that, threatens my excitement
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And yo, that's when I get violent
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and create with your blood like the red violin
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Yeah, I bet you'll be silent then
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O. Trice rock harder than infinite horny men
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Tipsy off gin, that's when I begin to sin
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Even if I lose no one wins
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I'm an ex-convict escaped from hell
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returned, to take the world over as well
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MC's rather me be in the cell
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Rather than seein me up the block hoppin out a drop-top 12
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[Chorus]
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[Obie Trice]
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I come strapped, with a pack of gats
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that'll eliminate you, and that flat you stay at
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Nosy neighbors
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I break out the arsenic arsenal and firebomb your block for acres
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Who would've thought? Me!
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Obie Trice, the destruction of a fake wannabe
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You claim you're hardcore when you're soft as you wanna be
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That type of shit gets you lost unfortunately
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Your mother miss ya, she thinks she ain't shit
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"Oh I ain't raised him right! Oh I'm such a bitch!"
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Shit change, when the bullet meets the brain
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Leave a ugly first impression
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And leave a dirty mess on your girlfriend's dress
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And he wouldn't give a fuck, how loud the bitch screamin
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Call him a demon, I call him a slug
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Not a thug but a slug that'll rip through a thug's mug
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[Chorus]
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[Outro]
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Blaow!
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New millenium shit
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Roughnecks
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Obie Trice |