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I think this Obie Trice, Obie Trice, Obie Trice. (I'd like to re-introduce myself, ha, ha). Obie Trice, it is Obie Trice, Obie Trice. (If you don't know by now). Obie Trice, Obie. (It's Obie
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*. Ain't no rings on that finger. And every nigga in the hood ain't triple teamed her Chorus Obie Trice - talking. That's right, ha, you see me at the club. with a, with a look-alike Halle
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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 * about his child
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Obie Trice. Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks. Rap; I been in it ever since I was invented. That's 'cause a nigga live it. My records wield digits in history - niggaz you be the witness. I got
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. Please believe I ain't scared of commitment. * head from them bitches!. When you could do the same, but that respect is given. Our intimacy is significantly different Chorus - Eminem (Obie Trice
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snakes far as niggas. Eleanor Trice, one real sister. Raised the kids up to be go getters. Now a nigga living room big as an ampatheater Got the theater nigga, I'm from the hood. So at times I see the
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Convict, yeah. Shady, Convict music. Guess who's back?. Still here, haters Akon and Obie Trice, yeah. Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?. Whatcha gonna do?. Take 'em all back to the street I keep
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Convict, yeah. Shady, Convict music. Guess who's back?. Still here, haters Akon and Obie Trice, yeah. Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?. Whatcha gonna do?. Take 'em all back to the street I keep
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. (All I want is what's mine, I don't care who I hurt). Since they wanna know Second rounds on me. Obie Trice, Emil hit 'em, let's go Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8'' stature. Back with a second
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Obie, 'cause Nigga Im Violent!. Verse 1. Hat Match The Jacket, Jack Match The Glove, Glove Match The Mack To Send Niggas Above, All Black When His Faggot Ass Acts Up, When The Boys Interupt Them Haters
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she want to roll, and get to know Obie. Claimin' that she love, everythin' that he do, hey, hey Yes, it's O. Trice, I done jumped outta heights. Right into the microphone life, yea this is right
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thought I never would arise motherfuckers. It's Obie Trice motherfuckers. Look in the eyes of a real guy. I ain't got time for lies. Niggaz frontin like they lyin. Nigga ya not tough. Decease the
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all truth or else. I might as well give this up, feel me now. From rocks to pow pows, glocks to powder. I done did it all, so I clutch my balls. And notice they still here, so Obie is still here
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chick, you ain't ownin on *. Ain't no rings on that finger. And every nigga in the hood ain't triple teamed her. . Chorus. . Obie Trice - talking. That's right, ha, you see me at the club. With
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chick, you ain't ownin on *. Ain't no rings on that finger. And every nigga in the hood ain't triple teamed her. . Chorus. . Obie Trice - talking. That's right, ha, you see me at the club. With
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Obie Trice Big Herk Intro-. Yeah. !!. Hey Em you ready. Herk, you got them things nigga. You know. Detroit City. !!! Chorus-. There they go, them D-Town boys carryin' a Calico. whenever
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Ay yo I'm focused, it's the locust. O Trice is holdin' the soldiers, the prognosis. Probably why I rose from zero to hope. 'Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach (Nigga). Hold the
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be scared. A real nigga gonna do whatever he has to. A man is the last thing you should fear. It ain't considered a crime unless they catch you. We all die one day (Obie Trice go!) Niggas when I
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Bài hát Snich - Akon, Obie Trice. Convict, yeah. Shady, Convict music. Guess who's back?. Still here, haters. Akon and Obie Trice, yeah. Whatcha gonna do it with it, A?. Whatcha gonna do?. Take 'em
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motherfuckers. Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfucker. Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muthatfucka. Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker. I wouldn't give a * who you be, motherfucker. Punk
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motherfuckers. Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfucker. Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muthatfucka. Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker. I wouldn't give a * who you be, motherfucker. Punk
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Shady, old mix. Back, second round's on me. Kuniva, Cashis, Stat Quo, Bobby Creekwater. Obie Trice, what? *** didn't kill me. Now a **** gon' get. Peel my cap back, I'm never at home. I'm
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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 *'s easy
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three things I hate, liars, fakes and cheaters. Alcoholics, s***s and fuckin' wife beaters. A gat that describes my life. I don't even know who song this is. Obie Trice. . Bitch, Bizarre don't give
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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 *'s easy
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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 *'s easy
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School Craft Playaz. Detroit's in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills. Obie Trice baby, check it out I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share of work. I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror
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. G. 's +Big Poppa+ plays in background. Cop - Get off the god damn truck!. Obie Trice - * you, yo I ain't did *. Cop - Put your * hands in the air!. Obie Trice - bitch!. . Chorus
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. G. 's +Big Poppa+ plays in background. Cop - Get off the god damn truck!. Obie Trice - * you, yo I ain't did *. Cop - Put your * hands in the air!. Obie Trice - bitch!. . Chorus
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becomes a fatherless *. Make a nigga wanna *** this rachet. It's so tragic, and Obie can't get past it. And you wonder why a nigga'll flash it. Just to, show these demons that I ain't having it
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at the right one Now a niggaz on the right hunt. Got a nice type honey and we into seeing ice and. Bitches wanna get the right come. Trice is the type that lay pipe like python Parrallel to a pipe
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like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie. Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be. It seems like everybody knows, how I get down and who I be, homie They say, Obie Trice gone
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ha, ha. You gotta have teeth baby. It just wouldn't look right. Look, me big lips. You no teeth, it wouldn't work. You know what I'm sayin'. Yeah. I'm feelin' good. Shady Records man. Obie
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know what I'm sayin'. Haha ha, yeah, I'm feelin' good. Shady Record man, Obie Trice, c'mon
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know what I'm sayin'. Haha ha, yeah, I'm feelin' good. Shady Record man, Obie Trice, c'mon
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know what I'm sayin'. Haha ha, yeah, I'm feelin' good. Shady Record man, Obie Trice, c'mon
