Obie Trice, Busta Rhymes - Oh! lyrics

[Obie Trice, Busta Rhymes - Oh! lyrics]

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 mane who ain't give a
Fuck about his child ren
I proclaim the name, though
Never in vain, no, watch the change grow
A young nigga who done gained from fame
Copped the Range Ro'
Now they want my brains on the main road
But they don't understand what I came for
How I came forth with a million sold
Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold?
Get money like Ross Perot
I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go
"Oh, that's the road you on, oh no"
I'm down for the rightful tone of fo' fo'
Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no
I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show me that you're loco
Put holes in my photo nope! Ob'
Hold toast, no jokes
Send slugs through your Polo
Just cause 'O' a thug, roll solo
Impose on grown folk, be a cold negro
Be-low, your grieved up people
Believe that the boy see no evil

OHH! I had you yellin' out when I bag the 30
30 Rifle oHH! Too late for niggas to get
Religious and start readin' they Bible
OHH! See you get down like other
Niggas repeatin' the dirty cycle
OHH! See you should make peace instead
Of makin' me become a psycho

I visualized it, O trice at 25 survived it
Bright but violent, invite the violence
Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til these niggas nights is silent
O trice from a trife environment
He 'Roc's the Mic' no sight of retirin'
Maybe when the bank account's like Leviathan
I'm in position to hire other clients then
Meanwhile, I'm a virus like Iverson
A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin'
And the soldier's retirin', I ain't buyin'
Motherfuckers actin like you denyin' them
Who tryin' a nigga, who view's bias
I figure your crew tired
My trigger introduces violence
Produce them sirens, you in the 'spital
Orange juice and vitamins

OHH! I had you yellin' out when I bag the 30
30 Rifle oHH! Too late for niggas to get
Religious and start readin' they Bible
OHH! See you get down like other
Niggas repeatin' the dirty cycle
OHH! See you should make peace instead
Of makin' me become a psycho

A derelict who inherited hustle
My heritage married the street struggle
Like a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah)
So this blood streams through my nuts
Seems like I wasn't in touch
When the teacher had spoke (nope)
Naw I was just a preacher in oath
Sit on the bleachers and flip coke
The only reachin' got through my dome
Niggas gaffle so the gat'll be chrome
Pulled the winnin' raffle so I scramble
With a track and the foams (woo)
Fuck a act and a clone
This is actual happening's that's factual
Back in my home this is rap
But I ain't rappin' so you clap in the zone
Think you're trapped in the act
For the sake of performin' (nigga)
This is your warnin', run up on them wrong
And your tissue is burning
A hundred degrees warm (Blaap)
O treezy's gone
My nigga Bus bring the hook back here for 'em
C'mon

OHH! I had you yellin' out when I bag the 30
30 Rifle oHH! Too late for niggas to get
Religious and start readin' they Bible
OHH! See you get down like other
Niggas repeatin' the dirty cycle
OHH! See you should make peace instead
Of makin' me become a psycho

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