| Yeah
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| Ride wit me
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| Come ride wit Trice, man
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| I brought my man wit me
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| Curtis Interscope Jack (ha ha)
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| Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif'
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| Holla at 'em
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| Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be
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| It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie
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| Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be
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| It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and why B, homie
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| They say Obie Trice gone, look at him
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| Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at him?
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| Now I recite songs with icons, see I come from convicts and crumbs
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| My nigga, listen, his transitions shows his ambitions
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| Nuttin less then the man getting off his ass and vanishing
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| Into the world of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher
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| Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures
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| Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches
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| It’s hard to grasp the situation at hand
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| When you used to have to ask for digits
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| Now they pass em to you like easy fast for tickets
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| Classic isn’t it? |
| Coming from a past with a casket
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| Dips from beneathe the grass, so you’re cremated to ashes
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| Nigga, created from the Craft, this is past fictious
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| Fif, tell em how we was when we last wen' visit
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| And now the spotlight’s on Trice
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| But back when the spot life was Trice
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| I always kept beside a spot for a mic, despite
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| Wrongs and rights, I would write after I slung white
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| To homes on the pipe, I had a notion I would be bi-costal
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| But being across the ocean is la vida loca
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| And vada loco, I’m in Janayo
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| Konecheewa in Tokyo, it’s sushi with eel
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| I got a taste for that pompies chopping up in Brazil
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| Drinking the finest wines in France on the hill
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| Now how real is he to come from where we get killed
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| To having all his dreams fulfilled, look out
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| I got fantasies of being in Italy where the women be
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| Offering me the cooch-o, eating on ossobuco
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| Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin
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| And never get to see what the world’s offering
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| Yeah
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| Things change man
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| You know, get a chance to travel
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| See the world and you start to look at things a lil different
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| You ain’t bullshitting
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| Cuz I ain’t never thought I’d see it out the hood
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| Heh, look at a nigga now |