Текст (слова) песни: Trice, Obie - Oh! (Feat. Busta Rhymes)

[Verse 1]
Yeah...Obie Trice, real name "no gimmicks"
I came in the game, profame no "image"
I came in the game with a name Is given
From a mane who aint 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 dont understand what I came for
I came forth with a million sold
Who said you cant grow from mildew?
And mold, getting money like "Ross Peroe"
Im often told, a coffins the routes I go
"O" thats the roads you on, "OH NO"
Im down for the rightful tone of fo-fo
Dont ever try to send a nigga home. (NO, NO)
I know you wanna catch me at "Sinoko"
Show me that youre loco, put holes in my photo
Nope! Obie! 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

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Oh...I had you yelling out when I backed the "30/30 Rifle"
Oh...To 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

[Verse 2]
I visualized it...
O Trice at twenty-five 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
Im in position to hire other clients (bitch)
Mean while Im a virus like "Iverson"
A nigga "cross-over" Europeans and Myaran
And the soldiers retiring
I aint buying motherfuckers acting like they denying him
Who trying a nigga whose views biased
I figure your crews tired
My trigger introduces "violence" (dudes through sirens)
You want to spittle Orange Juice and Vitamins

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Oh...I have you yelling out when I bag the "30/30 Rifle"
Oh...To 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

[Verse 3]
A daralict who inherited hustle
My heritage married the street struggle
Like a couple of great aunts ago (yeah)
So this blood streams through my nuts
Seems like I wasnt in touch
When the teacher had spoke (NO!)
Now I was just a preacher in O
Seat on the bleachers and flip "coke"
The only reaching that got threw my dome
Niggaz gamble so they gat outta be chrome
Pulled the winning raffle so
I scramble with the track and the foams
Fuck an act and a clone
This is actual happenings thats factual, back in my home
This is rap, but I aint rapping so you clap in the "zone"
Think youre trapped in the act for the sake of performing
This is your warning, run upon them wrong
And your tissue was burning a hundred degrees more!
O Trizzy gone
My nigga "Bust" bring the hook back in for em. (Come On)

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Oh...I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle
Oh...To late for niggaz to get religious and start reading they Bible
Oh...See you can yell like other niggaz who repeating the dirty cycle
Oh...See you should make peace instead of making me become a psycho
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Average Man
Bad Bitch (Feat. Timbaland)
Cheers
Follow My Life
Got Some Teeth
Hands On You (Feat. Eminem)
Hoodrats
Lady (Feat. Eminem)
Look In My Eyes (Feat. Nate Dogg)
Never Forget Ya
Oh! (Feat. Busta Rhymes)
Shit Hits The Fan (Feat. Dr. Dre)
Spread Yo Shit (Feat. Kon Artis Of D-12)
The Set Up (Feat. Nate Dogg)
We All Die One Day (Feat. 50 Cent G-Unit Eminem)