| Lyrics: | [Chorus - (Scratched)]
(I am in fact, unbelivable)
The name's Obie Trice, the well known
asshole
(I be what I wanna, shut yer fuckin' mouth child child)
[Verse One]
Aiyo,
its massive now, Obie Trice is now here
So all weak mutherfuckers step to the rear
My
techniques been sweet since I was a embryo
On tour fetus
And at birth who could belive
this?
8 pounds, 3 ounce, child could move a crowd
And have my music blisteratin' through
systems loud
Turning partys out wit a cup of Guinness stout
Talk shit, knocked out, what a
thug all about
Without a doubt I brings terror, sex changing MC's
Put 'em out there (?)
mascara (meh meh)
clever wit ryhmes, its like whateva wit mine
Talk shit, get smacked
unlimited times
I'm known to focus, get the buzz like the locust
An' Obie is the dopest
Nigga
[Chorus (with variations)]
[Verse Two]
I flip birds, like dimonique dogs
flips ass
Jack ma dick wen i sit in hot baths
Roll with raw dawgs, I'm ready to rock
I
been settin down shit since the hiohop shop
In ma block nuttin but thugs mean dogs
40 cal
slug, broken 40 ounces of bud
To suds, (?) the floor, you niggaz want more?
catch me on tour
at your local record store
The "o" the finest, Nap entertainment the finest
Who told that
lie that obie wasn't the grimiest?
[Chorus (with variations)]
[Verse
Three]
Verse 3, I thought this rap game would never curse me
Leave on the service, dyin,
hungry an' thirsty?
Take yo' mind, like I took yer girl virginity
And leave clips empty on
any nigga that tempts me
Moss, show me tracks so I can ride in this thang
Whatevas left that
we got thats undecided
Violent, hittin fifty states like a |
