Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 92, artist - Obie Trice. Album song The Fifth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 22.08.2019
Record label: Black Market Entertainment
Song language: English
92 |
| 92, def-def-def-definitely you need to get your hustle on |
| 92, I can’t breathe without my money |
| Active in the hood |
| Ho boy, oh boy |
| Straight out the gutter where niggas had to fight for it |
| Risk your life for it, take flight for it |
| Boxin' awkward in the game just like Floyd |
| Grams rapid, wrappin' 'em up in plastic |
| Put a tax on it to ship 'em off to addicts |
| Y’all ain’t gotta ask about my actions |
| I was active in the hood, a crack activist |
| Nah, I ain’t blow though, sold it on the low-low |
| Hustle up enough to put grams on the photo |
| Pose in the momo, Obie is so dolo |
| Motorola explode, I was needin' to chase dough (92) |
| Erase hoes, por favor custo where’s the pesos? |
| O in the O’s mobile, holding on a dollar bill |
| Just to get a holla from lil' mama and maybe feels |
| Real nigga first, caught a 301 |
| I’m pushin' them pills, watch 'em disperse |
| Hoppin' out the waffle house, what problem I’m facing? |
| Pager on my waist could probably feed a nation |
| (Get your hustle on) |
| Nigga hoes sex sell out |
| I say «Pager on my waist could probably feed a nation» |
| Ch-ch--ch-ch-chase dough |
| (Get your hustle on) |
| Jump out the whips they’re straight outta the sticks, and |
| Throw a bald eagle on 'em, nah, nigga dip it |
| Shoot the netty or the jam sound audio |
| Those 15's, I’m the man in mi barrio |
| Allow me to take you back to ninety-deuce |
| With a 40 ounce brew and a nickel and dime too |
| Disrespect B.I.G, I go see what the Ruger do |
| Years don’t follow, you be with the losers brew |
| Beneath the core of whoever you love before |
| 'Cause whoever you loving now keep open at heavens door |
| 'Cause they coming for shorts, post-mortem, some orphan |
| Forced to grow up to hate Obie Trice origin |
| Pushin' the tourist, wrapped up oranges |
| Mappin' out somewhere cordial to meet a terrorist |
| Taurus on the hip just in case he can’t afford this |
| Wanna take a nigga pre-cursors |
| Nigga I work for this, I murk for this |
| I erase your loved one who birthed you, bitch |
| Have mercy on him Lord, superfluous |
| I kept a pistol on my person, just for this, just for this |
| 92, 92, def-def-def-definitely you need to get your hustle on |
| 92, dope boy, I sure hope somebody is listening to what I’m saying, 92 |
| Crack poppin', Obie’s nowhere moppin' |
| Often, mama had a problem with my logic |
| She ain’t never stop shit, rest in peace Eleanor |
| All she ever wanted for them boys was what’s better for 'em |
| What you think I’m sellin' for? |
| Way before the bail out, we was on the porch watchin' lady get a mail out (92) |
| First and fifteenth, nigga, hoes sex sellout |
| No disrespect, boy, might have been yo' mama shit |
| I’m just a hustler on some dope boy garnishment |
| 92, get your hustle on, dope boy |