MoSS production
Obie Trice


"Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie, Obie Trice is now here" [2X]

[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]

Obie Trice got hungry, needed money to bank
Young, didn't think, my life was great
Eatin from a saucer, ballers got big plates

Pushin big weight, from state to state (uh)
While I'm on Section 8 (damn)
And my corner got about fifty ^!$$%z on the grind chasin the cake

So that route I can't go
Even though we cordial, I might step on a toe, turn a friend to foe
But the thought still exists

I'm in my room gettin pissed
I should have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz, hangin with brand new friends
All flavor Timbs, hittin nothin but skins

I gotta do something right now
Aiyyo this life foul and my job just burns me out
Plus this titty bar (*##$, Hennessy, turns me out

Stuffin ones in her garter, got my dick harder
Hard enough to plot on, openin up a spot
A big birth of rocks throwin up the $#&@in block

Just stop, no, that %#@! too hot to cop, so watch
Plus in the hood my name's not top notch
^!$$%z'll snitch or try to get me

Contemplate an illegal career, hittin shots off the Hennessy
In my room pacin, like I'm facin
A life term, AIDS and job termination

I'm in my room pacin, like I'm facin
A life term, AIDS and job termination
Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion


[Chorus - Scratched Samples By DJ Grouch]
"Mr. Trice"

"Gotta eat"
"Starvin"
"Like an animal"

"Dope, get low"
"Best eatin"
"React off instinct, digest weaklings"

"Let you ^!$$%z know"
"Got hungry"
"Takin mine"

"Gettin dust over here"
"I'm ready, I'm ready to rock"
"O-O-Obie Trice, bettin down shop"


[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
Yo, $#&@ it I'll go outside and decide what's the deal

Walkin up the block, kickin rocks with no scrill
Ain't lovely
My main man P-Funk in a Double O, truck bubbly, honks at me

What up Black? I wave back, in fact
If you ever peep his wrist, thaw out to bring yourself back
Attract all (*##$es in Cadillac on dishes

While I roll a Prism with the $#&@in engine light blinkin
You know you're stinkin
When the same gauge light on for months to cause another $#&@in

complication
Life got me on a menstruation like a (*##$
Player hatin all these ^!$$%z flossin like they rich

I got the itch to dip right behind the bush
If I catch you slippin, your blood go gush
$#&@ that, $#&@ that, I'm not a thief

'Cause armed robbery, murder, cause a whole lot of grief
I'm tired of grindin my teeth thinkin about the dough
I'm tired of high class (*##$es tellin me - $#&@ N-O, N-O, N-O, N-O


[Chorus]