作词 : Carlistle, Holton, Johnson ... | |
(Eminem) | |
obie trice c'mon | |
(obie trice) | |
yeah | |
niggas got me | |
ima get um | |
it aint over | |
(chorus- Obie trice) | |
U can catch me ina whip witta fifth of pimp juice | |
den im poppin a clip about to fix this issue | |
u pray that i dont hit i aint equiped to miss u | |
u gonna need an ambulance to stich ya tissue | |
or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through | |
u seen us on a av aint just to get chu | |
but my penis is a mag when i lift it hits you | |
'cause i dont go nowhere w/out my pistol pistol | |
(verse 1 - Obie Trice) | |
I solemly swear on my daughters tear | |
the nigga that got em in they head | |
will fll it b4 the year ends | |
hope they inconspicuous my friend | |
'cause once the word get back | |
ya in a world of sin | |
bullets will hurdle at him for tryin to murder | |
for what been determined as the first solo african | |
it gold platinum witta an accident happened at | |
for maggets im alive a vengence to get back | |
my momma's blood pressure was affected from that | |
my lil girl need her daddy on na phone at a certain time exact now | |
n nigga act wile n when na mac come out u nigga's exile | |
n i dont wann hear x y z im x'in out cha hole entity for tryna kill me | |
filthy mutha fuckas ill show you a real b when deez h t b's light up ya kidney's | |
im so sincere u'll see in a herce dis year its not a verse it a curse | |
from births n whats on ya person over here dis is obie hear em' clear | |
nigga's beware im commin at chu with fire arms n air | |
and ya purpose so supurfyalice how could i be mercyful | |
when merkin me's a mercinary's goal | |
nigga i got paper i'll have yo ass urgently exposed no emergencies bring back ya soal | |
slugs shatta ya bones for pat pat'n ya in the dome learn this patterin | |
n catch him at home he rome that when automatics spuratically catch him in da abdomen | |
n anotha dirty muthafucka's gone | |
(chorus- Obie Trice) | |
U can catch me ina whip witta fifth of pimp juice | |
den im poppin a clip about to fix this issue | |
u pray that i dont hit i aint equiped to miss u | |
u gonna need an ambulance to stich ya tissue | |
or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through | |
u seen us on an av aint just to get chu | |
but my penis is a mag when i lift it hits you | |
'cause i dont go nowhere w/out my pistol pistol | |
(Eminem) | |
obie trice c'mon | |
second rounds on me | |
robbin, shootin, killin, murda, | |
( oh shit run) |
zuo ci : Carlistle, Holton, Johnson ... | |
Eminem | |
obie trice c' mon | |
obie trice | |
yeah | |
niggas got me | |
ima get um | |
it aint over | |
chorus Obie trice | |
U can catch me ina whip witta fifth of pimp juice | |
den im poppin a clip about to fix this issue | |
u pray that i dont hit i aint equiped to miss u | |
u gonna need an ambulance to stich ya tissue | |
or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through | |
u seen us on a av aint just to get chu | |
but my penis is a mag when i lift it hits you | |
' cause i dont go nowhere w out my pistol pistol | |
verse 1 Obie Trice | |
I solemly swear on my daughters tear | |
the nigga that got em in they head | |
will fll it b4 the year ends | |
hope they inconspicuous my friend | |
' cause once the word get back | |
ya in a world of sin | |
bullets will hurdle at him for tryin to murder | |
for what been determined as the first solo african | |
it gold platinum witta an accident happened at | |
for maggets im alive a vengence to get back | |
my momma' s blood pressure was affected from that | |
my lil girl need her daddy on na phone at a certain time exact now | |
n nigga act wile n when na mac come out u nigga' s exile | |
n i dont wann hear x y z im x' in out cha hole entity for tryna kill me | |
filthy mutha fuckas ill show you a real b when deez h t b' s light up ya kidney' s | |
im so sincere u' ll see in a herce dis year its not a verse it a curse | |
from births n whats on ya person over here dis is obie hear em' clear | |
nigga' s beware im commin at chu with fire arms n air | |
and ya purpose so supurfyalice how could i be mercyful | |
when merkin me' s a mercinary' s goal | |
nigga i got paper i' ll have yo ass urgently exposed no emergencies bring back ya soal | |
slugs shatta ya bones for pat pat' n ya in the dome learn this patterin | |
n catch him at home he rome that when automatics spuratically catch him in da abdomen | |
n anotha dirty muthafucka' s gone | |
chorus Obie Trice | |
U can catch me ina whip witta fifth of pimp juice | |
den im poppin a clip about to fix this issue | |
u pray that i dont hit i aint equiped to miss u | |
u gonna need an ambulance to stich ya tissue | |
or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through | |
u seen us on an av aint just to get chu | |
but my penis is a mag when i lift it hits you | |
' cause i dont go nowhere w out my pistol pistol | |
Eminem | |
obie trice c' mon | |
second rounds on me | |
robbin, shootin, killin, murda, | |
oh shit run |
zuò cí : Carlistle, Holton, Johnson ... | |
Eminem | |
obie trice c' mon | |
obie trice | |
yeah | |
niggas got me | |
ima get um | |
it aint over | |
chorus Obie trice | |
U can catch me ina whip witta fifth of pimp juice | |
den im poppin a clip about to fix this issue | |
u pray that i dont hit i aint equiped to miss u | |
u gonna need an ambulance to stich ya tissue | |
or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through | |
u seen us on a av aint just to get chu | |
but my penis is a mag when i lift it hits you | |
' cause i dont go nowhere w out my pistol pistol | |
verse 1 Obie Trice | |
I solemly swear on my daughters tear | |
the nigga that got em in they head | |
will fll it b4 the year ends | |
hope they inconspicuous my friend | |
' cause once the word get back | |
ya in a world of sin | |
bullets will hurdle at him for tryin to murder | |
for what been determined as the first solo african | |
it gold platinum witta an accident happened at | |
for maggets im alive a vengence to get back | |
my momma' s blood pressure was affected from that | |
my lil girl need her daddy on na phone at a certain time exact now | |
n nigga act wile n when na mac come out u nigga' s exile | |
n i dont wann hear x y z im x' in out cha hole entity for tryna kill me | |
filthy mutha fuckas ill show you a real b when deez h t b' s light up ya kidney' s | |
im so sincere u' ll see in a herce dis year its not a verse it a curse | |
from births n whats on ya person over here dis is obie hear em' clear | |
nigga' s beware im commin at chu with fire arms n air | |
and ya purpose so supurfyalice how could i be mercyful | |
when merkin me' s a mercinary' s goal | |
nigga i got paper i' ll have yo ass urgently exposed no emergencies bring back ya soal | |
slugs shatta ya bones for pat pat' n ya in the dome learn this patterin | |
n catch him at home he rome that when automatics spuratically catch him in da abdomen | |
n anotha dirty muthafucka' s gone | |
chorus Obie Trice | |
U can catch me ina whip witta fifth of pimp juice | |
den im poppin a clip about to fix this issue | |
u pray that i dont hit i aint equiped to miss u | |
u gonna need an ambulance to stich ya tissue | |
or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through | |
u seen us on an av aint just to get chu | |
but my penis is a mag when i lift it hits you | |
' cause i dont go nowhere w out my pistol pistol | |
Eminem | |
obie trice c' mon | |
second rounds on me | |
robbin, shootin, killin, murda, | |
oh shit run |