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"Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake All my life, man, fuck's sake If I did I did a menage with 'em And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape Yea,"

"Get high, get high, get high, get high, get high Westside, westside, westside, westside, westside We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high /4x Nigga blowing on that L, breakin’ down them trees I’m"

"Where you been? Where you been all my life? Girl you glistening, the way you look in the light It’s obvious that I want something from you You know what, what I wanna do (do, do) Every time it would bring"

"Pour a cup for the bitches that ain't scared to get down Get down, get down How many times I got 'em? Light another for the bitch who's just only in town for the weekend How many times I gotta tell"

"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"

"You can probably tell from the attitude, I got it! Them chick so bark, like a mother fucking florist Playing with me, I suggest you set the game to Lopez I’ve been playing in work, you’re an intern in"

"Hail Mary 2003 (Ja Rule Diss) (feat. 50 Cent, Busta Rhymes) Makaveli rest in peace Irv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his body Mouth like a .12 gauge shotti [2x] Come get me If you mothafuckers want Shady If"

"I said tell me whats really going on Drizzy back up in this thing I’m ready, whats happening gon for surgery but now I’m back again I’m bout my paper like a muthf-cking scratch and win World Series attitude,"

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"<(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)"

"Let me just make this statement Loud and clear - Jersey's here Some dude's got problems wit me Over there - I ain't care Some people see me creep They mack all type - that's alright You know I slurp my"

"Working all winter Shining all summer I aint no beginner You scared to… Take it to the head, (yeh yeah) Don’t think about it, be about it Don’t be scared to take it to the head (yeh yeah) Girl, you"

"Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's "fuck the world", get a child out her Yeah, my life is a bitch, but you know nothing about her Been in hell and back, I can show you vouchers I'm rolling"

"Flip Mode, Funk Flex Volume 3! It's like battle of the stars, spittin' bars Foreign cars, never been to Mars I'm the wizard of Oz, down to the yellow brick road Flip Mode! Yo, we got this shit blowed 98"

"I just got back from the hmm I told her be back soon I don’t really wanna go (Migos!) I told her hold it down She fucking with the plug, told her "come over now" Where are all my bitches tonight? Bring"

"Baby let me put your panties to the side I'ma make you feel alright ‘Cause I'ma give you what you need, yeah Mami you remind me of something I don’t know what it is You remind me of something You gotta"

"Baby, yeah Mustard on the beat ho Baby let me put your panties to the side I'mma make you feel alright 'Cause I'mma give you what you need, yeah Mami you remind me of something But I don't know what"

"without a doubt I'm comin' back and if you don't know call me S. I. R. T. double O I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine I carry big fat"

"Look At Me (Hook) Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Y'all dues money to yung Bright thing on my hand"

"Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Y'all dues money to ya Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I"