[Intro]
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Ha ha! Yeah! Ha ha! Yeah!
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Aiyyo-yo, aiyyo-yo!
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Obie Trice, yo!
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Nuttin nice, yo!
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Where the fuck, my niggaz at
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Check check yo
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[Obie Trice]
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I had a vision to conquer the world with lyrical incisions on your brain
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And blow this rap game
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Introduce myself, the name's Obie Trice
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Caramel complected, stay the hell away from vice
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The fifth Spice, without a coochie
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Never had lucci, Coogi or Gucci
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Unruly, roll with niggaz that be moody
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Talkin loud at the movies, checkin out your mom's booty
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Don't fuck with cats that's fruity
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Pull out the toolie on a nigga with a irregular size dukey
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Sellin rocks to Pookie
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Got my pockets fat, so fat at times it gets spooky
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Makin moves with the uzi
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In a truck when I scoop up the cutie from a different hood that I be
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Raunchy, never drink Spumantie, it make me sick
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Drunk it once, farted, truthfully shitted
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Pitted, every time I piss for P.O.
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So THC remains in the urine flow
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[scratched samples by DJ Grouch]
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"On and on"
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"Obie Trice"
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"My rhymes could never be compared to yours"
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"On and on and on and on"
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"And on and on and on-on-on"
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"I was born to rip a.." - "Microphone"
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"On and on, on and on, on and on and on, on"
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[Obie Trice]
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I'm too much - the type of kid that'll take your car
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Burn out your clutch and really wouldn't give a fuck
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A grunt, grudge holder, slug thrower
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Mean-mug ignore ya, I just feed you to the boa
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Bullshitter, when bitches bossy over dick
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I tell 'em quit that, stand back, get off my shit
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Thick lips, known for fuckin titty bar tricks
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Nice size hips with a dozen of Ray Ray kids
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Runnin the block like BA¨ÏbA¨Ï Kids in Atlanta
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Hot! My temperature be Tony Montana
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Y'all niggaz never smoke 'bama, speak with broken grammar
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And if you talk shit I'ma slam ya
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[scratched samples by DJ Grouch]
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"On and on"
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"Obie Trice"
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"My rhymes could never be compared to yours"
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"I was born to rip a.." - "Microphone"
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"On and on and on, on"
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[Obie Trice]
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Backs out ya tweeters, stage dive, me and Colt Seavers
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Pullin out heaters on disbelievers
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Grow like a Chia
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Pettin all pussies non-poison, givin out gonorrhea
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You can find me here, in ya ink
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Open up notebooks and sink, deep between the sheets
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We'll meet, "mano y mano"
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Crack you with the 40-ounce bottle, until my style up full throttle
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Offend MC's, that's the motto
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Once I'm in this rap game ridin tracks, me in my Tahoe
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Shippin platinum, Obie the (Well Known Asshole)
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Fuck with it though, I guarantee a great asset
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[scratched samples by DJ Grouch]
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"On and on"
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"Obie Trice"
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"Could never be compared to yours"
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"On and on and on and on"
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"On and on and on-on-on"
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"I was born to rip a.." - "Microphone"
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"On and on and on, on"
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On & On
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Obie Trice |