Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Average Man, artist - Obie Trice. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Average Man |
| Hey yo I’m focused, it’s the locust |
| O. Trice is holdin the soldiers, the prognosis |
| Probably why I rose from zero to hope |
| Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach (nigga) |
| Hold the toast you provoke (*gun cocks*) |
| 44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll, yes I hold my own |
| Swifty think you Deebo’s clone |
| I’m aimin, watch I’m switchin to Damon |
| And Next Friday I can bet you’s a changed man |
| When them thangs in hand, it’s not a game man |
| I ghost ya, I bring ya much closer to Jehovah |
| Definition of a soldier, I told ya |
| I. hold the toast when I approach |
| It’s close at all times by my side in the holster |
| O-ster roast ya, make me blow my composure |
| Pop (*gunshot*) it’s all over, when the fo’fo’blows and goes a … (*gunshot*) |
| When I’m up in the club |
| And these niggaz they wanna act tough |
| 'Til they get plugged |
| Watch them bullets go (*bullet shot*) |
| Now you touched from a slug |
| Huggin the streets like you in love |
| Your heart race like (*flatline*) |
| The ambulance arrive (*police siren*) |
| They rush you to hospital, flyin by my ride |
| Engine like (*engine revs*), homie you just died |
| Your family through cryin, I pulled off a crime |
| Just as quick as … |
| You could lose your face, in a fool’s race |
| I pulled my tool first nigga, you was in second place |
| And second place just means you didn’t react with haste |
| And this differentiates life where murder bein the case |
| And since murder was the case, it just means niggaz erase |
| Another black mother can’t eat the food on her plate |
| Cause she ain’t got the taste of raisin you was a waste |
| Such a short span young man said at your wake |
| First I’m a man, second I’m five eight, with size and weight |
| Won’t give a nigga the upper hand |
| Cause when I pop (*gunshot*), I get a’s up like Barry Sand |
| Sit in the can, you never ran like Barry Sand |
| Obie ain’t playin, Obie got a plan |
| And the plan is NOT to be layin in earth’s land |
| I will POP before the can and earth’s land |
| You get SHOT for playin me less than a man, motherfucker |
| Niggaz get it twisted, liquor make 'em envision |
| that gangsterism is disrespectin a niggaz wishes |
| Which is all that tough talk in front of bitches |
| Yeah you fifteen deep, the Desert E a give ya stitches |
| And I can be all the bitches and hoes you wanna |
| But I warn ya the glock could make it hot as California |
| You be propped on the corner, flesh meetin the coroner |
| O’s and quarantine, cause no holes in me (*slam*), is no holes in me Niggaz take advantage 'til I manage to pull that hammer out |
| They start scatterin, I’m no gangster, I’m a average man |
| but be damned if I let 'em do me savage man |
| Before that I’m strapped and will challenge him |
| Cocked back and that (*gunshot*) gat will damage them |
| It’s not a act, this is fact, this is how I’m programmed |
| This is me, what I’m about, this who I am motherfucker |