"Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie, Obie Trice is now here" - 2X
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Obie Trice got hungry, needed money to bank Young, didn't think, my life was great Eatin from a saucer, ballers got big plates Pushin big weight, from state to state (uh) While I'm on Section 8 (damn) And my corner got about fifty niggaz on the grind chasin the cake So that route I can't go Even though we cordial, I might step on a toe, turn a friend to foe But the thought still exists I'm in my room gettin pissed I should have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz, hangin with brand new friends All flavor Timbs, hittin nothin but skins I gotta do something right now Aiyyo this life foul and my job just burns me out Plus this titty bar bitch, Hennessy, turns me out Stuffin ones in her garter, got my dick harder Hard enough to plot on, openin up a spot A big birth of rocks throwin up the fuckin block Just stop, no, that shit too hot to cop, so watch Plus in the hood my name's not top notch Niggaz'll snitch or try to get me Contemplate an illegal career, hittin shots off the Hennessy In my room pacin, like I'm facin A life term, AIDS and job termination I'm in my room pacin, like I'm facin A life term, AIDS and job termination Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion
[Chorus - Scratched Samples By DJ Grouch] "Mr. Trice" "Gotta eat" "Starvin" "Like an animal" "Dope, get low" "Best eatin" "React off instinct, digest weaklings" "Let you niggaz know" "Got hungry" "Takin mine" "Gettin dust over here" "I'm ready, I'm ready to rock" "O-O-Obie Trice, bettin down shop"
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice] Yo, fuck it I'll go outside and decide what's the deal Walkin up the block, kickin rocks with no scrill Ain't lovely My main man P-Funk in a Double O, truck bubbly, honks at me What up Black? I wave back, in fact If you ever peep his wrist, thaw out to bring yourself back Attract all bitches in Cadillac on dishes While I roll a Prism with the fuckin engine light blinkin You know you're stinkin When the same gauge light on for months to cause another fuckin complication Life got me on a menstruation like a bitch Player hatin all these niggaz flossin like they rich I got the itch to dip right behind the bush If I catch you slippin, your blood go gush Fuck that, fuck that, I'm not a thief 'Cause armed robbery, murder, cause a whole lot of grief I'm tired of grindin my teeth thinkin about the dough I'm tired of high class bitches tellin me - fuck N-O, N-O, N-O, N-O
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"Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie, Obie Trice is now here" - 2X
[Verse 1 - Obie Trice] Obie Trice got hungry, needed money to bank Young, didn't think, my life was great Eatin from a saucer, ballers got big plates Pushin big weight, from state to state (uh) While I'm on Section 8 (damn) And my corner got about fifty niggaz on the grind chasin the cake So that route I can't go Even though we cordial, I might step on a toe, turn a friend to foe But the thought still exists I'm in my room gettin pissed I should have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz, hangin with brand new friends All flavor Timbs, hittin nothin but skins I gotta do something right now Aiyyo this life foul and my job just burns me out Plus this titty bar bitch, Hennessy, turns me out Stuffin ones in her garter, got my dick harder Hard enough to plot on, openin up a spot A big birth of rocks throwin up the fuckin block Just stop, no, that shit too hot to cop, so watch Plus in the hood my name's not top notch Niggaz'll snitch or try to get me Contemplate an illegal career, hittin shots off the Hennessy In my room pacin, like I'm facin A life term, AIDS and job termination I'm in my room pacin, like I'm facin A life term, AIDS and job termination Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion
[Chorus - Scratched Samples By DJ Grouch] "Mr. Trice" "Gotta eat" "Starvin" "Like an animal" "Dope, get low" "Best eatin" "React off instinct, digest weaklings" "Let you niggaz know" "Got hungry" "Takin mine" "Gettin dust over here" "I'm ready, I'm ready to rock" "O-O-Obie Trice, bettin down shop"
[Verse 2 - Obie Trice] Yo, fuck it I'll go outside and decide what's the deal Walkin up the block, kickin rocks with no scrill Ain't lovely My main man P-Funk in a Double O, truck bubbly, honks at me What up Black? I wave back, in fact If you ever peep his wrist, thaw out to bring yourself back Attract all bitches in Cadillac on dishes While I roll a Prism with the fuckin engine light blinkin You know you're stinkin When the same gauge light on for months to cause another fuckin complication Life got me on a menstruation like a bitch Player hatin all these niggaz flossin like they rich I got the itch to dip right behind the bush If I catch you slippin, your blood go gush Fuck that, fuck that, I'm not a thief 'Cause armed robbery, murder, cause a whole lot of grief I'm tired of grindin my teeth thinkin about the dough I'm tired of high class bitches tellin me - fuck N-O, N-O, N-O, N-O
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