[Obie Trice]
Yo, Obie Trice, Yo
I'm With Backdoor Productions, No Discussion,
O Trice Be The Sound That's Rushin Your Eardrums
Pump It Up If You Feeling Em, This Is Hip Hop Pure Adrenaline
I'm A Winner, I Step On The Scene
Start To Cipher, Bitches Start To Scream
Cock Back, Niggas Start To Flee
Ain't Nobody In This Motherfucker With Me
I'm A Dog, I Walk What I Talk
Detroit Niggas See Straight Through Your Heart
Niggas Wanna Bark, Niggas Get Traced In Chalk
By The Law In The Adam Car With This Rap I Be At Em All
I Spit Through The Mic And Niggas Just Scatter Off
The Boss Before That Bitch Rap That, These Bitch Made
Niggas Get Their Shit Pushed The Fuck Back

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You Know O Trice Spit The Hot Shit That's The Realest
Keep Lacing Dope Tracks That's The Illest
Hot Joints For My Raw Ass Niggas
That Make Motherfuckers Go Yo

[Obie Trice]
Motherfuckers Ain't Trying To See Mr. Trice
Yo I Pump Up The Party, Pump Nut Up In Ya Wife
Me And You, Two Different Types
You Wanna Be Hardcore While My Shit's Precise
I Recite Make Niggas Wanna Blast On Any Punk Ass Nigga In Sight
My Focus, To Take Niggas Minds Over
Somebody's Murdered Once My Rhyme's Over
I Do This The Regular Way
A Regular Cat With An Irregular Verbal Spray
You Know My Thoughts Deep When It Runs
A Weirdo Sleeping With Mad Guns
Who Want Some, You Can Have It, Semi-automatic Catch The Trace Around
You Be Lost And Found
Chalked Up With Obie Trice Branded On Ya Ass Nigga What

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