Obie Trice Yo! Lyrics

[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, b____es start to scream
c___ back, n____s start to flee
Ain't nobody in this m_________er with me
I'm a dog, I walk what I talk
Detroit n____s see straight through your heart
n____s wanna bark, n____s 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 n____s just scatter off
The boss before that b____ rap that, these b____ made
n____s get their s___ pushed the f___ back

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You know O Trice spit the hot s___ that's the realest
Keep lacing dope tracks that's the illest
Hot joints for my raw a__ n____s
That make m_________ers go yo

[Obie Trice]
m_________ers 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 s___'s precise
I recite make n____s wanna blast on any punk a__ n____ in sight
My focus, to take n____s 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 a__ n____ what

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