Obie Trice - 92 lyrics
[Obie Trice - 92 lyrics]
Get your hustle on
92, I can't breathe without my money
Active in the hood
Ho boy, oh boy
Straight out the gutter where niggas
Had to fight for it
Risk your life for it, take flight for it
Boxin' awkward in the game just like Floyd
Grams rapid, wrappin' 'em up in plastic
Put a tax on it to ship 'em off to addicts
Y'all ain't gotta ask about my actions
I was active in the hood, a crack activist
Nah, I ain't blow though
Sold it on the low-low
Hustle up enough to put grams on the photo
Pose in the momo, Obie is so dolo
Motorola explode
I was needin' to chase dough (92)
Erase hoes
Por favor custo where's the pesos?
O in the O's mobile, holding on a dollar bill
Just to get a holla from
Lil' mama and maybe feels
Real nigga first, caught a 301
I'm pushin' them pills, watch 'em disperse
Hoppin' out the waffle house
What problem I'm facing?
Pager on my waist could
Probably feed a nation (Get your hustle on)
Nigga hoes sex sell out
I say "Pager on my waist
Could probably feed a nation"
Ch-ch -ch-ch-chase dough
(Get your hustle on)
Jump out the whips they're
Straight outta the sticks, and
Throw a bald eagle on 'em, nah, nigga dip it
Shoot the netty or the jam sound audio
Those 15's, I'm the man in mi barrio
Allow me to take you back to ninety-deuce
With a 40 ounce brew and
A nickel and dime too
Disrespect BIG, I go see what the Ruger do
Years don't follow
You be with the losers brew
Beneath the core of whoever you love before
'Cause whoever you loving now keep
Open at heavens door
'Cause they coming for shorts, post-mortem
Some orphan
Forced to grow up to hate Obie Trice origin
Pushin' the tourist, wrapped up oranges
Mappin' out somewhere cordial to
Meet a terrorist taurus on the hip just in
Case he can't afford this
Wanna take a nigga pre-cursors
Nigga I work for this, I murk for this
I erase your loved one who birthed you, bitch
Have mercy on him Lord, superfluous
I kept a pistol on my person, just for this
Just for this 92, 92
Def-def-def-definitely you need to get
Your hustle on
92, dope boy, I sure hope somebody
Is listening to what I'm saying, 92
Crack poppin', Obie's nowhere moppin'
Often, mama had a problem with my logic
She ain't never stop shit
Rest in peace Eleanor
All she ever wanted for them boys
Was what's better for 'em
What you think I'm sellin' for?
Way before the bail out
We was on the porch watchin'
Lady get a mail out (92)
First and fifteenth, nigga, hoes sex sellout
No disrespect, boy
Might have been yo' mama shit
I'm just a hustler on
Some dope boy garnishment
92, get your hustle on, dope boy