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Get the fk up
Ayo, when I step up in the bar everybody hit the fkin' floor
Lucky motherfkers make it to the door
Cuz when I spit on mic's I spit raw
Which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor
I keep the club owner vexed
Cuz he gotta pay me when I spit
Plus replace a lot of s**t
get to wildin'
When my words echoes the room like
(get your hand out my pockets)
You sock s**t while my topics rockin'
I'm banned from clubs cuz of my toxic tonsils
Loud speakin' like a fkin sports announcer
I spit, the block hot 'til you rush the bouncer
Or rush the motherfker in your way who's bouncin'
You know O. Trice get the gats pr*nouncin'
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Get live motherfker when I speak motherfker
Out your seat motherfker, I'ma reach motherfkers
Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfker
Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muth*tfka
Tear this b*tch up until you bleed, motherfker
I wouldn't give a fk who you be, motherfker
Punk, p*ssy, b*tch or G, motherfker
Adrenaline rush before you leave, motherfker
When I speak I blow out your tweeters
A dog
Show out with speakers
Roll out with heaters
I'm just a animal eatin' the game
Jump a monkey
fk yeah, Obie's the name
I roll solo
Never been a ho, though
Keep gats vocal
When cats act loco
Where you at when I'm movin' the crowd
You get trampled, mashed on Detroit style
Up out your seats
Pump out the E's
Up the beats, the crowd "Obie, please"
Where my at, smokn' them trees
Off the cognac finger fkin' a skeez
That's how it is when you party with me
You don't like it?
You L7 like a square be
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Yo, and since I came
I've rearranged the place with blaze
Stage dive with Colt Seavers (?) DNA
I'm so addicted to gettin' lifted
Drunk off the liquid
O.Trice, the misfit
Dousin' the crowd with pi*s and bile
We underground, motherfker fix your frown
I be the boy with the whiskey toy
Offa whiskey
You never been to skeet before
So, throw up your hands and
Peep out your man's when
I come through
Next quarter Trice intervene use
And trust, I'm attackin' it
I cook up the hot s**t like Ainsley Harriet
That's why I'm so miraculous and Obie gets you pumped up
I'll see you next coliseum, chump
Speaking
That's right, it's your Obie Trice fked up
Off weed... E's and whiskey
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