Oh! lyrics

Artist  : Obie Trice 
Song : Oh!



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[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
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 mayn 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 didn't gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro',
now they want my brains on the main road
They
don't understand what I came for
How I came
fo', with a million sold
Who say you can't
grow from mildew and mold
Gettin 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 rifle, tone the fo
fo
Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no
no
I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show
me that your loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!,
HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through
your Polo
Just cause our thug roll solo
And
po' zone grown folk, be a cold negro
Be-low,
your grieved up people
Be-lieve that the boy
see no evil

[Chorus - Busta
Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yellin out when I
backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz
to get religious and start readin they
Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz,
your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should
make peace instead of makin me become a
psycho

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
I
visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived
it
Bright but violent, invite the
violence
Fist fight a fireman, be a
tyrant
'Til these niggaz nights is
silent
O. Trice from a trife environment
He
'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirin
Maybe when
the bank accounts light like a fire thin
I'm in
the 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 use buyers
I figure your crew tired, my
trigger introduces VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus,
you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins
No
coke

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Obie
Trice]
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's ass
spoke
Nope, naw I was just a preacher in
oath
Sit on the bleachers and flip coke
The
only reach you got through my dome
Niggaz
yaffle so the gat'll be chrome
Pull the window
raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones
(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
clappin the zone
Think we trapped in the act,
for the sake of performin (nigga)
This is your
warnin, run up on the wrong
And your tissue is
burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]
O.
Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back
here for 'em
C'mon

[Chorus]