Obie Trice - Oh! (feat. Busta Rhymes) Lyrics
(feat. Busta Rhymes)[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicksI came in the game, profane no imageI came in the game, with a nameI was given from a mayn who ain't give a ***** about his child-renI proclaim the name though, never in vain noWatch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fameCopped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main roadThey don't understand what I came forHow I came fo', with a million soldWho say you can't grow from mildew and moldGettin money like Ross PerotI'm often told, a coffin's the routes I goOh that's the road you on, oh noI'm down for the rifle, tone the fo foDon't ever try to send a nigga home, no noI know you wanna catch me at SunocoShow me that your loco put holes in my photoNOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your PoloJust cause our thug roll soloAnd po' zone grown folk, be a cold negroBe-low, your grieved up peopleBe-lieve that the boy see no evil[Chorus - Busta Rhymes]OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 3030 RifleOHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they BibleOHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psychoOHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived itBright but violent, invite the violenceFist fight a fireman, be a tyrant'Til these niggaz nights is silentO. Trice from a trife environmentHe 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirinMaybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thinI'm in the position to hire other clients thenMeanwhile I'm a virus like IversonA n
