Saigon, Obie Trice - Wanna Know lyrics

Since they wanna know since they wanna know
I said since they wanna know
Here's the formula on O, now lets go
All I want is what's mine I
Don't care who I hurt since they wanna know
All I want is what's mine I
Don't care who I hurt since they wanna know
Second rounds on me obie Trice
Emil hit em, let's go

Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8'' stature
But Joe ain't the host my nigga
You have the access to the most
Noted flow on Shady's faction
And I ain't being cocky
If so accept my apology
Except, know I process my thoughts logically
First weeks sales tops the toll from tsunami
But haters like the L
It's the white boy behind me
But, you couldn't inhale a
Flow that's more grimey
It would still prevale if
Another label sign me
Obie so timely, must Obie remind em
The first nigga to shine solo from
The place ya find em
Native Detroiter, ghetto reporter
Hit you wit some
Heavy metal for supporting what ya caught us
A little something different from
The homie from Michigan
Basically, Obie's ripping on any
Instrument he's given, come on

All I want is what's mine I
Don't care who I hurt since they wanna know
All I want is what's mine I
Don't care who I hurt since they wanna know
End what's right and since they wanna know
All I want is what's mine I
Don't care who I hurt since they wanna know

Four niggas in a whip
All foes say they ain't
Fucking with Trice shit
Somebody's lying, I'm undenying
Denying me means that
The driver got influence over
You on certain things be destinguished
Just cuz you ain't feeling his favorite emcee
Don't mean you speak no English
Hop out the car, catch the bus
At least you be established as
The man that you are
I hate to take it so far and so tedious
But niggas bleed like bitches
I'm truly believing this
Once a month, they wake up with a Obie tampon
Inserted in they nuts
Give em the flux cuz my bucks is up
And no this ain't eBay, so please, be easy
Gotta be delusional to think
Obie is losing yo
Let em get a whiff of some shit
They quick to abuse it though

Peep what O's selling when I
Hit em with Van Halen but, it's just a man
From the ghetto rebelling
Rebel without a cause
Cause, I'm in them Superman drawers
Running around the shack momma had us living
Now ya mans living a inch
From truly killing em
A dude or ambition, a gift
Given from the man who invented em
When the system Scrooged just like
Lil Tim and em will bless the child who
Manuevers the censors, then spitting venom
Have them same dudes interested in him
My visions unlimited, music's my outlet
I rock a outfit
For all the foul shit I witnessed
Make it my business
To get a listener of one, clear description
If you hearing them
You would catch what I'm pitching
Guarantee to serve your addiction
C-c-come on