Oh!

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 fuck about his chit-len

I proclaim the name, tho, never in vain, no, watch the change grow

A young nigga 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 nigga home (no, no)

I know you wanna catch me at Sinoko

Show me that you're loco, put holes in my photo

Nope! Ob'! 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! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start reading they Bible

Oh! See, you can yell like other niggaz repeating the dirty cycle

Oh! See, you should make peace instead of making me become a psycho

I visualized it, 'O Trice at 25 survived it

Pride but violent

Invite the violence, fist fighting the fireman

Be a tyrant, 'til these niggaz 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)

Meanwhile, I'm a virus like Iverson

A nigga cross-over, Europeans and Myaran

And the soldiers retiring

I ain't buying, motherfuckers acting like they denying him

Who trying a nigga whose view's biased

I figure your crews tired, my trigger introduces 'Violence'

(Dudes through sirens)