Obie Trice - Got Hungry lyrics

MoSS production obie Trice

"Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie, Obie Trice is now
Here" - 2X

Obie Trice got hungry, needed money to bank
Young, didn't think, my life was great
Eatin from a saucer, ballers got big plates
Pushin big weight, from state to state (uh)
While I'm on Section 8 (damn)
And my corner got about fifty niggas
On the grind chasin the cake
So that route I can't go
Even though we cordial, I might
Step on a toe, turn a friend to foe
But the thought still exists
I'm in my room gettin pissed
I should have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz
Hangin with brand new friends
All flavor Timbs, hittin nothin but skins
I gotta do something right now
Aiyyo this life foul and my
Job just burns me out
Plus this titty bar bitch, Hennessy
Turns me out stuffin ones in her garter
Got my dick harder
Hard enough to plot on, openin up a spot
A big birth of rocks throwin
Up the fuckin block
Just stop, no, that shit too hot to cop
So watch
Plus in the hood my name's not top notch
Niggas'll snitch or try to get me
Contemplate an illegal career
Hittin shots off the Hennessy
In my room pacin, like I'm facin
A life term, AIDS and job termination
I'm in my room pacin, like I'm facin
A life term, AIDS and job termination
Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion

"Mr trice" "Gotta eat"
"Starvin" "Like an animal"
"Dope, get low" "Best eatin"
"React off instinct, digest weaklings"
"Let you niggas know" "Got hungry"
"Takin mine" "Gettin dust over here"
"I'm ready, I'm ready to rock"
"O-O-Obie Trice, bettin down shop"

Yo, fuck it I'll go outside
And decide what's the deal
Walkin up the block
Kickin rocks with no scrill ain't lovely
My main man P-Funk in a
Double O, truck bubbly, honks at me
What up Black? I wave back, in fact
If you ever peep his wrist
Thaw out to bring yourself back
Attract all bitches in Cadillac on dishes
While I roll a Prism with
The fuckin engine light blinkin
You know you're stinkin
When the same gauge light on for
Months to cause another fuckin complication
Life got me on a menstruation like a bitch
Player hatin all these niggas
Flossin like they rich
I got the itch to dip right behind the bush
If I catch you slippin, your blood go gush
Fuck that, fuck that, I'm not a thief
Cause armed robbery, murder
Cause a whole lot of grief
I'm tired of grindin my teeth
Thinkin about the dough
I'm tired of high class bitches tellin
Me - fuck N-O, N-O, N-O, n-O

"Mr trice" "Gotta eat"
"Starvin" "Like an animal"
"Dope, get low" "Best eatin"
"React off instinct, digest weaklings"
"Let you niggas know" "Got hungry"
"Takin mine" "Gettin dust over here"
"I'm ready, I'm ready to rock"
"O-O-Obie Trice, bettin down shop"