| Yo, yo I been wreckin shop since I can hardly remember
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| Then I pick niggas off they axe, yell «TIMBERRRRRR!»
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| Obie Trice the big lip slim nigga
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| I got the antidote that’ll heat the fuckin winter
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| I’m too nice for MC’s to wanna fight with this
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| I’m more like Christ when I recite my shit
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| So come and +Meet Joe Black+, cause I’m the voice that you hear
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| When you’re havin a heart attack and I appear
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| Obie Trice the ill nigga, Hilfiger
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| Polo, Girbaud, boost out the sto’s
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| Catch niggas on the avenue (WHO NEED CLOTHES?!)
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| Code name Lenny; |
| nigga give me a penny
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| Penetrate your pussy girl, when I’m tipsy
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| Don’t be scared, when the biscuit’s in your lights
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| And I cock back to cause death on site
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| Shit, I’m like Iron Mike when that nigga first appeared
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| I’m like Michael Jordan at the prime of his career
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| I’m like Nasty Nas down +Memory Lane+
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| +Sittin in Da Park+ after dark slingin my 'caine
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| I’m Obie Trice
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| Yo, I’m Obie Trice
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| «Y-y-y'all, y’all know the name!»
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| «One in a mil'» — «Got it made»
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| «Clever with rhymes, it’s like whatever with mines»
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| «Represent, by all means»
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| «Let your mans know»
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| «I am» — «Obie Trice, brings terror»
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| «Strapped with the heat»
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| «Mr. |
| Trice, dopest nigga»
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| Yo, yo I done travelled the world, fuck physical
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| But through soundwaves with my name engraved in cortex cere-bre-als
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| Cross the planet, niggas took Obie Trice for granted
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| But managed to think twice, when a slug landed
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| Hand it to Obie, he’ll fuck some’n up!
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| That shit follow me since I been breakin Tonka trucks
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| And cause I rap now, you think that you trap
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| Can’t remind me of that plow from way back
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| I come equipped with lyrics that assist niggas in depth
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| O-vorkian, at the fuckin sickly’s request
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| I leave a mess, and take Slim Shady’s advice
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| Cock, a wig and high heels and RuPaul for life
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| Obie motherfuckin Trice
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| w/ minor variations
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| I’m fat, I’ll never lose that like Subway Jared
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| I keep killin niggas from the, shit that you’re hearin
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| And while I’m at my hearin, shit I just grim the judge
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| Roll my eyes 'til the debt don’t budge
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| And bounce when a bitch pronounce, not guilty
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| Been filthy, fuckin sluts 'til nuts empty
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| Ugly bitches tempt me, run it
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| I take 'em old school with the C-section slits down her stomach
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| Most people might vomit
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| Gimme stretch marks and cigarette burns, I pay homage boo
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| Y’all hoes need love too
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| I’d rather fuck you, while the boys scream (FUCK |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Am , by - Obie Trice. Song from the album Special Reserve, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп