Obie Trice - Spread Yo Shit (feat. Kon Artis Of D-12) Lyrics
(feat. Kon Artist)[Intro - Proof]Hah! This is DJ Seven DueceFresh up out your momma's mouthSo when she spit's you know how I "cum"You know what I mean, hahaWe release the Dogg HourWhere we give a shout out to my School Craft PlayazDetroit's in the house, live at Roll-in-WillsObie Trice baby, check it out...[Verse - Obie Trice]I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at workI'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turfDid it big with clever workers who hid the crackIn the back bottled up in that Gerbert glassFor what it's worth, I ain't told to haveI'm just rambling, y'all dick handlingTelling my past and you don't know meNiggaz the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these mother*****as[Chorus - Kon Artist]When I was down you had a lot to sayYou should mind your business and walk awayTalk about them trying to find a wayTo spread yo shit 'round townI ain't really got time for youWith all that ignorant shit you doNiggaz need money and I do tooThat's why I ain't *****ing with you[Verse - Obie Trice]I wonder would he pass for passerIf a massive ass kick's inflectedIt can happen that quick, when spitting shitRapidly laying down your fag ass clickFrom running your lips like a *****All I know is something it gotta giveNiggaz I gotta live, it's not a poragativeDon't speak on The KidLid your speech or rid ya in the streetsIt's so optional, but I will be logicalCause when I lodge at you, it's not hospitalOperating poppin' them hot slugs outta your abdominalNow your momma got a funeral attendinJust for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen-a
