Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece
Fresh up out your mommas mouth
So when she spits you know how I "cum"
You know what I mean, haha
We release the Dogg Hour
Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz
Detroits in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills
Obie Trice baby, check it out...
I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work
Im the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf
Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack
In the back bottled up in that Gerbert glass
For what its worth, I aint told to have
Im just rambling, yall dick handling
Telling my past and you dont know me
Niggaz the names Obie, Im bout to expose these motherfuckas
When I was down you had a lot to say
You should mind your business and walk away
Talk about them trying to find a way
To spread yo shit round town
I aint really got time for you
With all that ignorant shit you do
Niggaz need money and I do too
Thats why I aint fucking with you
I wonder would he pass for passer
If a massive ass kicks inflected
It can happen that quick, when spitting shit
Rapidly laying down your fag ass click
From running your lips like a bitch
All I know is something it gotta give
Niggaz I gotta live, its not a poragative
Dont speak on The Kid
Lid your speech or rid ya in the streets
Its so optional, but I will be logical
Cause when I lodge at you, its not hospital
Operating poppin them hot slugs outta your abdominal
Now your momma got a funeral attendin
Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen
All I wanna do is make music and "bench" man
"Get my weight up" the same shit that Jay said
If you hate up, the AKs is sprayin
Motherfuckers aint playin!
Thats why I dont fuck with you cats
Cause this all wrap with yall
But this is not an act at all
Run ya trap, get clapped and fall
Spread rumors recieve malignant tumors
Dont confuse music with us choosin
Adhesive patches wont cover the bruise
Channel Two anchors wont cover the news
They never give a fuck when its beef between crews
All I know is Obie paid his dues
Made his moves and bitch niggaz hate the truth
They rather see me laid in that body booth
Deep six, rotten so the rats can chew
Thats why I dont fuck with yall
Youll run and get yalls, and that really sucks for yall
Talk behind backs but never to him dawg
Wouldnt that irritate your boss?!
Fuckers, Obie Trice
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