Obie Trice - Roughnecks lyrics

MoSS Productions obie Trice ha ha, yeah!

Rap is a necessity, so God don't question me
About how long I been doin this shit here
I spark like a flare and tear
Through a stank bitch underwear
When my testosterone's in full gear
I'm rugged - and when the music bump out
I call niggas out, that's how I club it
Shit, you dug it, yo' punk ass got retarded
Cause the moment my music bump
Your pussy ass farted
Ha! That's how hard I hit
Call it collision effect to make
You player haters sick
Obie Trice truly is ridiculous with lyrics
I know you wanna drive my
Style but talk stiddicks
New millenium nigga, bringin mayhem
My slave rap is for real
Games I never played 'em


I'll stab him in the abdomen
And leave him gaspin for air
Like asthma really attacked him
I'll leave you paralyzed with no more action
Or verb i know Obie get on your nerves
I'm like a nigga tryin to stay at your spot
Without a job or a gang of thugs beatin on
Your head by the mob
Run that sob but no more heartthrob
You're stiff like a carcass full
Of maggots and shit layin on the corner
I leave bodies more rotted than John
Jr's body at the motherfuckin coroner
Your face mutilated, legs decapitated
From foul fuckin your dick
Your dick disintegrated
Burnt niggas never learned nigga
It's Obie Trice - now say nice!

My veins pump purple rain
My pores sweat liquid cocaine
My eyes are dry, dry, dry
My spirit's maaade in proof
My body craves that juice
My mind is high, high, high
You on the wrong side of these drums

I intensify your high
Bump me through your systems and watch
Blood trickle out your eye
I make you feel like you
Meltin, or seein the devil, in 3-D
Only it's Obie on CD mr trice unfamiliar?
But, I'm the same nigga that killed
Ya - go read ya poem
I hit harder than them Hiroshima type bombs
Relocate arms - no more wri-ting
Obie Trice be live for the night
And any nigga try to take that
Threatens my excitement
And yo, that's when I get violent
And create with your blood
Like the red violin
Yeah, I bet you'll be silent then
O trice rock harder than infinite horny men
Tipsy off gin, that's when I begin to sin
Even if I lose no one wins
I'm an ex-convict escaped from hell
Returned, to take the world over as well
MC's rather me be in the cell
Rather than seein me up the block
Hoppin out a drop-top 12

My veins pump purple rain
My pores sweat liquid cocaine
My eyes are dry, dry, dry
My spirit's maaade in proof
My body craves that juice
My mind is high, high, high
You on the wrong side of these drums

I come strapped, with a pack of gats
That'll eliminate you
And that flat you stay at nosy neighbors
I break out the arsenic arsenal and
Firebomb your block for acres
Who would've thought? Me!
Obie Trice, the destruction of a fake wannabe
You claim you're hardcore when you're
Soft as you wanna be
That type of shit gets you lost unfortunately
Your mother miss ya
She thinks she ain't shit
"Oh, I ain't raised him right! Oh
I'm such a bitch!"
Shit change, when the bullet meets the brain
Leave a ugly first impression
And leave a dirty mess
On your girlfriend's dress
And he wouldn't give a fuck
How loud the bitch screamin
Call him a demon, I call him a slug
Not a thug but a slug that'll
Rip through a thug's mug

My veins pump purple rain
My pores sweat liquid cocaine
My eyes are dry, dry, dry
My spirit's maaade in proof
My body craves that juice
My mind is high, high, high
You on the wrong side of these drums

Blaow! New millennium shit