Obie Trice - Average Man Lyrics
[Verse 1]Hey yo I'm focused, it's the locustO. Trice is holdin the soldiers, the prognosisProbably why I rose from zero to hopeCause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach (nigga)Hold the toast you provoke44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I rollYes I hold my ownSwifty think you be boast clone, I'm aiminWatch 'em switchin to DamonsAnd next Friday I can bet you's a changed manWhen them thangs in hands, it's not a game manI ghost ya, I bring ya much closer to JehovahDefinition of a soldier, I told yaI .. hold the toast when I approachIt's close at all times by my side in the holsterO-ster roast ya, make me blow my composurePop [gunshot] it's all over, when the fo fo blows and goes [gunshot][Chorus]When I'm up in the clubAnd these niggaz they wanna act tough'Til they get pluggedWatch them bullets go [bullet shot]Now you touched from a slugHuggin the streets like you in loveYour heart race like [flatline]The ambulance arrive [police siren]They rush you to the spinner, flyin by my rideEngine like [engine revs], homie you just diedYour family through cryin, I pulled off a crimeJust as quick as ..[Verse 2]Lose your face, in a fool's raceI put my tune first nigga, you was in second placeAnd second place just means you didn't react with hasteAnd this differentiates life where murder bein the caseAnd since murder was the case, it just means niggas eraseAnother black mother can't eat the food on her plateCause she ain't got the taste of raisin you was a wasteSuch a short span young man, sit at your wakeFirst I'm a man, second I'm five eight, with size and weightWon't give a nigga the upper handCause when I pop [gunshot], I get a 's up like Barry SandSit in the can, you never ran like Barry SandObie ain't playin, Obie got a planAnd the plan is NOT to be layin in earth slayinI will POP before the can and earth slayinYou get SHOT for playin me less than a man mother*****er[Chorus][Verse 3]Niggaz get it twisted, liquor make 'em envisionthat gangsterism is disrespectin a niggaz wishesWhich is all the touch talk in front of *****esYeah you fifteen deep, the Desert E a give ya stitchesAnd I can be all the *****es and hoes you wannaBut I warn ya the glock could make it hot as CaliforniaYou be propped on the corner, flesh meetin the coronerO's and quarantine, cause no hoes in need, is no hoes in needNiggaz take advantage 'til I manage to pull that hammer outThey start scatterin, I'm no gangster, I'm a average manbut be damned if I let 'em do me savage manBefore that I'm strapped and will challenge him*****ed back and that [gunshot] gat will damage themIt's not a act, this is fact, this is how I'm programmedThis is me, what I'm about, this who I am mother*****er[Chorus]
