| Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered
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| Big lips, popped out placenta
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| Mom ain’t breast feed, had no pop neither
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| Pop leaves shit but a name — Obie
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| Elementary, homie, that’s how it started
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| In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart
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| Fuck niggas, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched
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| My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder
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| «Nigga take your ass out their and fight them tomorrow»
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| That’s what she told me, «little punk, blame that on your father»
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| So I had no choice, nigga, pick up a brick
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| Split a motherfucker’s shit for tryin to fuck with the kid
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| Get a little older, hair on my dick, now I’m curious
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| Niggas on the corner getting money, rockin jewelry
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| Allowance, nigga, that ain’t man shit
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| Cowardice, nigga, that ain’t man shit
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| I had to prove to myself
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| How these niggas same age as me calculatin' this wealth
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| So I got me a clique and niggas what?
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| Workin one sixteenth, like «nigga, we can clean up»
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| Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
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| Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down
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| And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through
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| I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers
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| Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
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| Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down
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| And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through
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| I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers
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| Two for one, here, here take this, two for one
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| Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fuck with
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| Summer '94, I’m gettin a little dough
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| Taller than my momma, so I’m listenin to her nose
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| I’m listenin to them hoes scream «O!»
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| And I’m listenin to them O’s go CHOP! |
| (*echo*)
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| P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime
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| I call her auntie, she cop three at a time
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| Throw a extra bump bringin cline
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| I’m so involved with the grind, I’m losin my mind
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| Fuck a steady job, I’m tryin
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| I steady mob, I’m dyin in this game, I ain’t lyin
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| Sellin so much coke forgettin it’s a crime
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| Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes
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| Give a fuck about the radar on me (*police sirens*)
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| Bumpin +Big Poppa+ nigga who tryin me?
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| (*Notorious B.I.G.'s +Big Poppa+ plays in background*)
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| (Cop) — Get off the god damn truck!
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| (Obie) — Fuck you, yo I ain’t did shit!
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| (Cop) — Put your fucking hands in the air!
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| (Obie) — Bitch!
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| Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
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| Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down
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| And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through
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| I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers
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| Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
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| Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down
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| And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through
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| I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers
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| (*echo*)
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| Yeah, all my of life
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| Only my momma know
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| Obie. |
| Obie Trice. |
| Shady and it’s crazy, motherfuckers |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Follow My Life, artist - Obie Trice. Album song Cheers, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп