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"(feat. Outlawz) Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? Tell me nigga.. tell me Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? Stress, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker"

"(feat. Outlawz) [2Pac] Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? Tell me nigga.. tell me Who'll be the last motherfucker breathin? Stress, but busta free Enemies give me reason, to be the last motherfucker"

"What we have here is a misunderstandingA lack of communication, what we have here isTwo people talking and nobody listeningScreaming and yelling things hard to take backThere's worse things than dyingWhen"

"some days, things just take way too much of Energy I look up and the whole room’s spinning you take my care away I guess I overcomplicate people, tell me medicate feel my blood running swear the sky’s"

"Saw you again last night at the Sunset Grill But you didn't see me You looked so happy with that friend you said was just a friend Maybe you changed your mind About all that space you needed desperately"

"(feat. Cam'Ron, Charlie Baltimore, Lil' Cease) Uh, this for all my niggas What...all my niggas Uhh, my Nrooklyn niggas Uhh wha, my Uptown niggas Uhh wha, my Junior niggas Uhh, yo yo yo yo There's"

"Oooh, oooh, oohOooooh yeahI don't know how many times we've walked the streetsTalking for ages, about the people we're gonna beWe've been waiting for a changeBut I don't mind if you don't change babyThough"

"Yeah, check it out, see The only thing you need to do right here is Is nod your fuckin' head Yeah, yeah, break ya fuckin' neck, bitches Yeah, yeah, here we go now Where we goin' now? Where we goin' now? Give"

"(feat. Busta Rhymes and Rampage) Yes y'all, in the parTY I be Busta Rhymes y'all And my nigga Ramp, The Last Boy Scout Showin you what we talkin bout, HAAAH! Feel me out, listen to what I say Listen"

"<(Verse 1 - Obie Trice) Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game, with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his child-ren I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main road They don't understand what I came for How I came fo', with a million sold Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold Gettin money like Ross Perot I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go Oh that's the road you on, oh no I'm down for the rifle, tone the fo fo Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco Show me that your loco put holes in my photo NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause our thug roll solo And po' zone grown folk, be a cold negro Be-low, your grieved up people Be-lieve that the boy see no evil (Chorus - Busta Rhymes) OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho (Verse 2 - Obie Trice) I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it Bright but violent, invite the violence Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant 'Til these niggaz nights is silent O. Trice from a trife environment He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirin Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin I'm in the position to hire other clients then Meanwhile I'm a virus like Iverson A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin And the soldier's retirin, I ain't buyin Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins No coke (Chorus) (Verse 3 - Obie Trice) A derelict who inherited hustle My heritage married the street struggle Like a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah) So this blood streams through my nuts Seems like I wasn't in touch When the teacher's ass spoke Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath Sit on the bleachers and flip coke The only reach you got through my dome Niggaz yaffle so the gat'll be chrome Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo) Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual back in my home This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clappin the zone Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga) This is your warnin, run up on the wrong And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm (Blaap) O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for 'em C'mon (Chorus)"