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Get the fuck up |
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Ayo, when I step up in the club everybody hit the fuckin' floor |
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Lucky motherfuckers make it to the door |
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'Cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw |
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Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor |
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I keep the club owner vexed |
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'Cause he gotta pay me when I spit |
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Plus replace a lot of shit |
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Niggas get to wildin' |
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When my words echoes the room like |
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(Get your hand out my pockets) |
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You sock shit while my topics rockin' |
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I'm banned from clubs 'cause of my toxic tonsils |
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Loud speakin' like a fuckin sports announcer |
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I spit, the block hot 'til you rush the bouncer |
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Or rush the motherfucker in your way who's bouncin' |
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You know O. Trice get the gats pronouncin' |
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Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker |
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Out your seat motherfucker, I'ma reach motherfuckers |
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Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfucker |
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Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muthatfucka |
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Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker |
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I wouldn't give a fuck who you be, motherfucker |
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Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker |
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Adrenaline rush before you leave, motherfucker |
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When I speak I blow out your tweeters |
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A dog |
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Show out with speakers |
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Roll out with heaters |
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I'm just a animal eatin' the game |
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Jump a monkey |
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Fuck yeah, Obie's the name |
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I roll solo |
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Never been a ho, though |
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Keep gats vocal |
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When cats act loco |
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Where you at when I'm movin' the crowd |
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You get trampled, mashed on Detroit style |
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Up out your seats |
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Pump out the E's |
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Up the beats, the crowd 'Obie, please' |
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Where my niggas at, smokn' them trees |
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Off the cognac finger fuckin' a skeez |
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That's how it is when you party with me |
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You don't like it? |
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You L7 like a square be |
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Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker |
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Out your seat motherfucker, I'ma reach motherfuckers |
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Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfucker |
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Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muthatfucka |
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Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker |
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I wouldn't give a fuck who you be, motherfucker |
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Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker |
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Adrenaline rush before you leave, motherfucker |
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Yo, and since I came |
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I've rearranged the place with blaze |
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Stage dive with Colt Seavers DNA |
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I'm so addicted to gettin' niggas lifted |
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Drunk off the liquid |
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O.Trice, the misfit |
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Dousin' the crowd with piss and bile |
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We underground, motherfucker fix your frown |
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I be the boy with the whiskey toy |
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Offa whiskey |
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You never been to skeet before |
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So, throw up your hands and |
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Peep out your man's when |
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I come through |
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Next quarter Trice intervene use |
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And trust, I'm attackin' it |
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I cook up the hot shit like Ainsley Harriet |
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That's why I'm so miraculous and Obie gets you niggas pumped up |
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I'll see you next coliseum, chump |
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That's right, it's your Obie Trice fucked up |
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Off weed E's and whiskey |
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Get live motherfucker when I speak motherfucker |
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Out your seat motherfucker, I'ma reach motherfuckers |
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Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfucker |
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Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muthatfucka |
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Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker |
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I wouldn't give a fuck who you be, motherfucker |
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Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker |
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Adrenaline rush before you leave, motherfucker |
