Song lyrics downloaded from: https://www.albumsongandlyrics.com ------------------------------------------ Obie Trice - Oh ------------------------------------------ [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 ainīt give a fuck about his child-ren I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didnīt gain from fame Copped the Range Roī, now they want my brains on the main road They donīt understand what I came for How I came foī, with a million sold Who say you canīt grow from mildew and mold Gettin money like Ross Perot Iīm often told, a coffinīs the routes I go Oh thatīs the road you on, oh no Iīm down for the rifle, tone the fo fo Donīt ever try to send a nigga home, no no I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco Show me that your loco put holes in my photo NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause our thug roll solo And poī zone grown folk, be a cold negro Be-low, your grieved up people Be-lieve that the boy see no evil [Chorus - Busta Rhymes] OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho [Verse 2 - Obie Trice] I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it Bright but violent, invite the violence Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant īTil these niggaz nights is silent O. Trice from a trife environment He īRockīs the Micī no sight of retirin Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin Iīm in the position to hire other clients then Meanwhile Iīm a virus like Iverson A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin And the soldierīs retirin, I ainīt buyin Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins No coke [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Obie Trice] A derelict who inherited hustle My heritage married the street struggle Like a couple of a great unkīs ago (yeah) So this blood streams through my nuts Seems like I wasnīt in touch When the teacherīs ass spoke Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath Sit on the bleachers and flip coke The only reach you got through my dome Niggaz yaffle so the gatīll be chrome Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo) Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happeningīs thatīs factual back in my home This is rap, but I ainīt rappin so you clappin the zone Think we 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. Treezyīs gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for īem Cīmon [Chorus]