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Obie Trice feat. Busta Rhymes - Oh!

Obie Trice feat. Busta Rhymes - Oh! Album: Cheers (2003) Lyrics (Updated!): [Verse 1] Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his chitlin I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow A young nigga who didn't gain from fame, copped the Range Ro' Now they want my brains on the main road But they don't understand what I came for How I came fo', with a million sold Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold Gettin' money like Ross Perot I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go Oh, that's the road you on, oh no I'm down for the rightful tone of fo' fo' Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco Show me that you're loco, put holes in my 4 door Nope! Hope! Hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause our thug roll solo And po' zone grown folk, be a cold negro Be-low, you grieved up people Be-lieve that the boy see no evil [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Ohh! I had you yellin' out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle Ohh! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin' they Bible Ohh! See you get down like other niggaz repeatin' the dirty cycle Ohh! See you should make peace instead of makin' me become a psycho [Verse 2] I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it, Bright but violent, invite the violence Fist fighting the fireman, be a tyrant 'Til these niggaz nights is silent O. Trice from a trife environment He 'Roc's the Mic' no sight of retirin' Maybe when the bank accounts like leviathan I'm in position to hire other clients then Meanwhile I'm a virus like Iverson A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin' And the soldier's retirin', I ain't buyin' Motherfuckers actin' like you denyin' them Who tryin' a nigga, who use buyers I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces violence Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins No coke [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Ohh! I had you yellin' out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle Ohh! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin' they Bible Ohh! See you get down like other niggaz repeatin' the dirty cycle Ohh! See you should make peace instead of makin' me become a psycho [Verse 3] A derelict who inherited hustle My heritage married the street struggle Like a couple of great unk's ago (yeah) So this blood streams through my nuts Seems like I wasn't in touch When the teacher's ass spoke Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath Sit on the bleachers and flip coke The only reach you got through my dome Niggaz yaffle so the gat'll be chrome Pulled the winnin' raffle so I scramble with a trank and the foams (woo) Fuck an act and a clone This is actual happenings that's factual, back in my home This is rap, but I ain't rappin' so you clap in the zone Think you're trapped in the act, for the sake of performin' This is your warnin', run up on them wrong And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm (blaap) O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Bust bring the hook back in for 'em. (c'mon) [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Ohh! I had you yellin' out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle Ohh! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin' they Bible Ohh! See you get down like other niggaz repeatin' the dirty cycle Ohh! See you should make peace instead of makin' me become a psycho