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"(Obie Trice) Obie Trice, nigga! Stat Quo! Welcome to Shady my nigga! Congratulations, another nigga out the hood! I'll vouch for ya, lets go, nigga! (Hook: Stat Quo) + (Obie Trice) This is for my bitches"

"(I am in fact, unbelivable) The name's Obie Trice, the well known asshole (I be what I wanna, shut yer fuckin' mouth child child) Aiyo, its massive now, Obie Trice is now here So all weak mutherfuckers"

"Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks Rap; I been in it ever since I was invented That's cuz a nigga live it My records wield digits in history - niggaz you be the witness I got the white boys mad at me Cuz"

"+ (Green Lantern) The Conspiracy (yeah, yeah ...) Green Lantern (what up, what up) Hey Green I'ma talk to 'em man That's all on this one (Obie Trice y'all) (*echo*) My momma look in my face with praises Amazin"

"Yo, Obie Trice, yo I'm with backdoor productions, no discussion, O Trice be the sound that's rushin your eardrums Pump it up if you feeling em, this is hip hop pure adrenaline I'm a winner, I step on the"

"(Intro - Obie talking) Yeah! (echo), uh Let ya'll niggaz know me Yeah, WOO! (Verse 1) Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered Big lips, popped out placenta Momma ain't breastfeed, had no pop neither Pop"

"(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"

"(Intro) I see you, coz you know and I know Yeah I know you (Chorus (Nate Dogg and Obie Trice)) Thick thighs but she full of surprises I swear this (.....) is Shady (that's what I know) Sex on her mind"

"<(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)"

"(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"