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Текст песни Obie Trice f Busta Rhymes - Oh!

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[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicksI came in the game, profane no imageI came in the game with a nameI was given from a mayn who ain`t give a fuck about his child-renI proclaim the name though, never in vain noWatch the change grow A young nigga who done gained from fame, copped the Range Ro` Now they want my brains on the main roadBut they don`t understand what I came forHow I came forth with a million soldWho say you can`t grow from mildew and moldGettin money like Ross PerotI`m often told, a coffin`s the routes I goO, that`s the road you on, oh noI`m down for the rightful tone of fo` fo`Don`t ever try to send a nigga home, no noI know you wanna catch me at SunocoShow me that you`re loco, put holes in my photoNOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your PoloJust cause our thug roll soloImpose on grown folk, be a cold negroBe-low, your grieved up peopleBe-lieve that the boy see no evil[Chorus - Busta Rhymes]OHH! I had you yellin out when I bag the 30/30 RifleOHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they BibleOHH! See you get down like other niggaz repeatin the dirty cycleOHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived itBright but violent, invite the violenceFist fight a fireman, be a tyrant`Til these niggaz nights is silentO. Trice from a trife environmentHe `Roc`s the Mic` no sight of retirinMaybe when the bank account`s like Leviathan thenI`m in position to hire other clients thenMeanwhile I`m a virus like IversonA nigga crossover, Europeans admirinAnd the soldier`s retirin, I ain`t buyinMotherfuckers actin like you denyin themWho tryin a nigga, who use buyersI figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCEDudes through sirens, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins[Chorus][Verse 3 - Obie Trice]A derelict who inherited hustleMy heritage married the street struggleLike a couple of a great unk`s ago (yeah)So this blood streams through my nutsSeems like I wasn`t in touch When the teacher`s ass spoke (nope) Naw I was just a preacher in oathSit on the bleachers and flip cokeThe only reachin got through my domeNiggaz yaffle so the gat`ll be chromePulled the winnin raffle so I scramble with a track and the foams (woo)Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening`s that`s factual back in my homeThis is rap, but I ain`t rappin so you clap in the zoneThink you`re trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga)This is your warnin, run up on the wrong And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm (*Blaap*)O. Treezy`s gone, my nigga Bust bring the hook back here for `emC`mon[Chorus]

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