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"(feat. Kon Artist) Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece Fresh up out your momma's mouth So when she spit's you know how I "cum" You know what I mean, haha We release the Dogg Hour Where we give a shout out to"

"(*talking in background*) (Obie Trice - talking) WOO! Damn .. There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy I'm about to get drunk Let's hold down, sleep Where the bar at? (*crashing noise*) (Verse"

"benzino) Get anybody on your roster who could fuck with Ray Obie Trice you a busta I don't think you wanna play (echoes whilst obie is talking) (obie) ur hurtin urself nigga its bad, its bad for you c'mon! elementary"

"(benzino) Get anybody on your roster who could freak with Ray Obie Trice you a busta I don't think you wanna play (echoes whilst obie is talking) (obie) ur hurtin urself person its bad, its bad for you c'mon! elementary"

"(Verse 1 - Obie Trice) Yes I understand I done came a long way From huggin them corners to appearin on TV From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy But it's"

"Every man determined his definition of realness What's real to him Everybody's got their own definition of gangsta man Okay, this is my definition of gangsta Surprise motherfuckers You thought I never"

"(feat. Eminem and 50 Cent) You don't see me in the hood It's cause I'm doin this man Nigga's I'm still grindin (yeah...) I'm still hearin those sirens I'm still gettin chased by those lights Only"

"<(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)"

"(feat. 50 Cent) Yeah Ride wit me Come ride wit Trice, man I brought my man wit me Curtis Interscope Jack (ha ha) Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif' (Yeah) Holla at 'em Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere"

"(feat. Nate Dogg) Yeah! , uh Let ya'll niggaz know me Yeah, WOO! Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered Big lips, popped out placenta Momma ain't breastfeed, had no pop neither Pop leaves"