Obie Trice - BME Up lyrics

Nigga, we up, we don't give a fuck
We gon' keep holding this shit down
Nigga, raise up, you can get bucked
Gangstas around
Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts
You can't stop us now
This where the riders at
'Til we posted up somewhere
Beneath the ground

BME, trust the truth's in the booth
He don't take a hit to
Let 'em know I'm bulletproof
Rest in peace Proof, this is no truce
This is hood music brought directly to you
Mac-11 in the Chevy with a nigga or two
Ready for whatever, we cuckoo, loose screw
Used to bungalows juicing up fiends
Just to ride 'round in the new school
Come from basehead rentals, same faces
No dental claiming they gon' pay incidentals
Give a fiend a break, he see God all in ya
Then he run game 'til your change all minimal
Pinning them predicaments to live that life
I been spending Benjamins since
The early '90s
Now BME is where a nigga can find me
Still on the grind, nigga, still getting mine

Nigga, we up, we don't give a fuck
We gon' keep holding this shit down
Nigga, raise up, you can get bucked
Gangstas around
Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts
You can't stop us now
This where the riders at
'Til we posted up somewhere
Beneath the ground

Niggas, I done been around the world and back
Ask about Trice, ain't shit fucking with that
BME said "Get 'em", Obie did exact
Straight from the trap to
The mothafuckin' map
Young nigga, star, do this, car
Louis, where a nigga murder a track
Hurdle over snares and claps, so verbal
Had to dumb it down so your ears adapt
Now it's money in the bank
Lil' Scrap's pappy 'Preme in the tank
Ain't a vehic' could pass me
Ask BME how a nigga from Craft be
Nasty, K covered up in the back seat
Any melee coming at me: death day
Pastor be speaking to your fam lay
G shit, I'ma rap 'til my sun set
'Cept sun's up, BME, what?

Nigga, we up, we don't give a fuck
We gon' keep holding this shit down
Nigga, raise up, you can get bucked
Gangstas around
Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts
You can't stop us now
This where the riders at
'Til we posted up somewhere
Beneath the ground

Nigga, I don't slip, handle 'em
Rap's Rip Hamilton
All in his mansion, gambling
Alls I'm trying to do is match 'em, rapping
Get a couple chicks from Grambling, stab 'em
Take 'em to the crib where it's magnum
Madness
Mashing, ass, as if, you ain't know the half
It's BME, that's the mothafuckin' staff
May I represent on their behalf? Yes

Nigga, we up, we don't give a fuck
We gon' keep holding this shit down
Nigga, raise up, you can get bucked
Gangstas around
Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts
You can't stop us now
This where the riders at
'Til we posted up somewhere
Beneath the ground