[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****** start to scream
c*** back, n***** start to flee
Ain't nobody in this m*********** with me
I'm a dog, I walk what I talk
Detroit n***** see straight through your heart
n***** want to bark, n***** 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***** just scatter off
The boss before that b**** rap that, these b**** made
n***** get their s*** pushed the f*** back
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
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*****
That make m************ go yo
[Obie Trice]
m************ 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 want to be hardcore while my s***'s precise
I recite make n***** want to blast on any punk a** n**** in sight
My focus, to take n***** 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
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
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****** start to scream
c*** back, n***** start to flee
Ain't nobody in this m*********** with me
I'm a dog, I walk what I talk
Detroit n***** see straight through your heart
n***** want to bark, n***** 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***** just scatter off
The boss before that b**** rap that, these b**** made
n***** get their s*** pushed the f*** back
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
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*****
That make m************ go yo
[Obie Trice]
m************ 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 want to be hardcore while my s***'s precise
I recite make n***** want to blast on any punk a** n**** in sight
My focus, to take n***** 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
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]