Yeah! Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks
I came in the game, profane no image
I came in the game with a name I`s given
From a man who ain`t give a f**k about his chit-len

I proclaim the name tho, never in vain no
Watch the change grow
A young ni**a who don` gain from fame
Cop the Range Rove

Now they want my brains on the main road
But they don`t understand what I came for
I came forth with a million sold
Who said you can`t grow from mildew?

And mold, getting money like Ross Peroe
I`m often told, a coffin`s the route`s I go
O that`s the roads you on, oh no
I`m down for the rightful tone of fo-fo
Don`t ever try to send a ni**a home.
(No, no)

I know you wanna catch me at Sinoko
Show me that you`re loco, put holes in my photo
Nope! Obie! Hold toast no jokes send slugs through your polo
Just `cause though a thug roll solo
Impose on grown folks, be a cold Negro
Be low, you grieved up people
Believe that the boy see no evil

Oh! I had you yellin` out when I backed the 30-30 rifle
Oh! To late for ni**az to get religious and start reading they Bible
Oh! See you can yell like other ni**az repeating the dirty cycle
Oh! See you should make peace instead of making me become a psycho

I visualized it
`O Trice at twenty-five survived it
Pride but violent
Invite the violence, fist fighting the fireman
Be a tyrant, `til these ni**az nights is silent

`O Trice from a trife environment
He rocks the mic no sight of retiring
Maybe when the bank accounts like leviathan
I`m in position to hire other clients
(Bitch)

Mean while I`m a virus like Iverson
A ni**a cross-over, Europeans and Myaran
And the soldiers retiring
I ain`t buying motherf**kers acting like they denying him

Who trying a ni**a whose view`s biased
I figure your crews tired
My trigger introduces `Violence`
(Dudes through sirens)
You want to spittle Orange Juice and Vitamins

Oh! I have you yellin` out when I bag the 30-30 rifle
Oh! To late for ni**az to get religious and start reading they Bible
Oh! See you can yell like other ni**az repeating the dirty cycle
Oh! See you should make peace instead of making me become a psycho

A derelict who inherited hustle
My heritage married the street struggle
Like a couple of great aunt`s ago
(Yeah)
So this blood streams through my nuts
Seems like I wasn`t in touch
When the teacher had spoke
(No!)

Now I was just a preacher in O
Seat on the bleachers and flip coke
The only reaching that got threw my dome
Ni**az gamble so they get outta be chrome
Pulled the winning raffle so
I scramble with the track and the foams

F**k an act and a clone
This is actual happenings that`s factual, back in my home
This is rap, but I ain`t rapping so you clap in the "Zone"
Think you`re trapped in the act for the sake of performing
This is your warning, run upon them wrong
And your tissue was burning a hundred degrees more!
O trizzy gone
My ni**a bust bring the hook back in for `em
(Come On)

Oh! I had you yellin` out when I backed a 30-30 rifle
Oh! To late for ni**az to get religious and start reading they Bible
Oh! See you can yell like other ni**az who repeating the dirty cycle
Oh! See you should make peace instead of making me become a psycho