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Intro Obie Trice
You dont see me in the hood
its because im doin this man
Obie Trice
im still grindin
im still hearin those sirens
im still gettin chased by those lights
only the lights lime, and my mics on
and my time is none, because im writing more
and i aint here to meet a soul in this business
im here to eat, speak until these ho's feel this
and i cant let ya'll derail me man
i got young coby homie, you gotta let go of obie
because obie be back(i dont know man)
we got them cr*ps goin on, and that yack goin on
soon as a nigg* touch down, back from tourin
its whatever, put that on the cheddar man
but in the mean time, its jimmy iovine time
chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out
this is it my , this what we boast about
now im here, so shut your mother fkin mouth
and show me love b*tch
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I just wanna love ya
for the rest of my life(i dont love you b*tch)
i wanna hold you in the morn'
hold you through the night
Eminem
Theres a certain mystique, when i speak
that you notice that sort of unique
cause you know its me, my poetry's deep
and im stillmatic the way i flow to this beat
you cant sit still
its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep
im strapped, just knowin any minute, i could snap
im the equivelent if what would happen if bush rapped
i bully these rappers so bad, lyrically
it aint even funny, i aint even hungry
it aint even money, you cant pay me enough
for you to play me, its cacamamy
you just aint zaney enough, to rock with shady
my noodle is c*ckadoodle, my clock is cookoo
i got screws loose, yeh the whole kit n caboodle
im just brutal, its not rumour, im numeral uno
assume it, theres no humour in it, no more you know
im rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
you need a f*g to come and tear a new hole in my ass
you better love me, b*tch
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(and all the girls say)
50 Cent
My boys is crazy in the hood,
they holler my name
if it aint about the flow its bout the stones and the chain(yea)
if i was you, i'd love me too, i roll like a boss
911 porsche, same color as cranberry sauce
i aint goin front, i thought r kelly was the s**t
let me find out, he fked around with bow wow b*tch
eatin popcorn, right rewinding and the tape
now shorty momma in the precinct, hollerin r*pe
im convinced man, something really wrong with these hos
i thought lil kim was hot till she started fkin with her nose(got d*mn)
i used to listen to lauren hill, and tap my feet
then the b*tch put out a cd that didnt have no beat
that boy d'angelo, hes determined not to fail
that nigg* went buttass for his record to sell
my back shots are help ashanti hit them high notes
and big ben taught charlie b moore to
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