Owl City lyrics | Fireflies

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You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep

'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave teardrops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems

'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance

A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
A disco ball is just hanging by a thread

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep

To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell

But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
When I fall asleep

I'd like to make myself believe
That planet earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay
Awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams

OBIE TRICE | Outro

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[gun cocked back]

[Eminem]
Nah, we ain't done [echo]
I love bein hated, it great it
Let's me know that I made it
I wouldn't have it no other way
I wouldn't trade it for the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
by so many other motherfuckers that ain't you
And as long, as you keep fuckin with us, we keep fuckin you up
And keep pullin the rug from up under you
And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin
so much there ain't nothin that we love more than +Pullin Your Skirts Up+
And exposin you hoes so much, people are startin to wonder
what's up with them fuckin one dough a man under-els
Do unto others of you will have done under you
So who the fuck you motherfuckers gonna run to
When someone runs up with a mask and puts a gun to you [gun cocks]
You will ask youself, how come your mans
didn't enter that last round that he had in Curtis Jackson's ass while he had the chance
You keep askin us to keep it on wax but we can't
This is past any irrationalization
We have captured national media attention
Conversation is senseless, you can sense the tension start buildin
soon as we enter the '106th & Park' building
Someone's gonna get killed and I swear to God
if someone so much as even touches one of my people
I'll put a million on his head
And you ain't got the funds to match or counteract it
But I'd rather rap than get into this gangsta shit
And it ain't because I'm a bitch
It's because I ain't a bitch, I don't endanger people that I'm with
I'm a general, I ain't Bush, I don't send my soldiers to war
I'm right there in the middle of the shit with 'em, so when I do get 'em
Orders to storm your headquarters, you'll be fuckin with a ..

[Swifty McVay]
Fuckin with a peacekeeper, see you the nigga that greet this lyrical meat cleaver
That I eat ya, niggaz wanna keep speakin, like it ain't even that deep
I got heat that'll sweep a niggaz street [explosion]
See I wouldn't fuck with me neither, only heaven can help ya
I'll be searchin for you longer than the "Legend of Zelda"
Without a failure, there's gonna be hell to tell the
captain that a bassett hound couldn't even smell ya
body, when I hide ya, I be on that mob shit
You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch
You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic
I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids

[Obie Trice]
Motherfucker, I'll handle you
We can have it out on any Avenue
A +Average Man+ flipped into an animal
Shoot out your mandibles
Cannons and ammunition, reload with precision
Nigga know the mechanicals
Break the pistol down, you should see them handles
The street taught the child, no read up manuals
Push your crack vows, young Nino Brown
Chasin green is the dream, when your young and brown
Bound to be a problem child, look what I'm involved in now
A 'Dozen Dirty' niggaz and they all get down
Dissolve any problem that enlarge with ours
When revolvers we said "all men get down" ([gunshot], c'mon)

[Kuniva]
While your punchin and tacklin punks
I'm handlin chumps, packin a pump
that's longer than the elephant trunk [gun cocks]
On the streets I'm a beast, I feast upon the weak
So speak beef, I'll shot you and scream "increase the peace"
A monster, pistol packin pushin niggaz off they Hondas
Starve ya, get it crackin, yankin bitches for they ganja
Sneaky as fuck, I don't think mama beat me enough
When she was sleepin stuff, I was stealin the keys to the truck
Shut the fuck up, before you end up dead in the dump truck
Or in the streets takin a nap, bleedin and Lugged up
+Who Want What+ like M. Bleek, with this heat if you ten deep
Then fuck it, it will be ten sleepin [gunshots]

[Proof]
Know much about my a land ski
Don't tustle with my hand speed
Clutch your burner, bust it and watch your man bleed
We ferocious, toast no holsters
Approach us, throw heat straight from the soldiers (c'mon, [gunshot])
We the soldiers, ya'll the youngsters (ha)
Youngsters lungs puncture, dead in a dumpster [gunshot]
Upstairs the Munsters, hand full of drama
You scared of the drama, bomber the monster [gun cocks, boof]
I'm back nigga (woof), I reappear
Shoot like [gunshot], homie steer clear
Blackness, carcass covered with cat fish
We murkers with no purpose other than practice

[Bizarre]
There's three things I hate: liars, fakes and cheaters
Alcoholics, sluts and fuckin wife beaters
A gat that describes my life
I don't even know who song this is [Obie Trice]
Bitch, Bizarre don't give a fuck about no hip hop
At my release party in a pink tank top in Reeboks [laughing]
This Ja Rule beef I ain't gettin in
I'll meet an R & B singer to sing at my wedding
I turn your face into a fuckin meat patty
I'll fuck your mommy and go fishin with your granny
I'll +Shit on You+, I'll pee on R. Kelly too
This is Bizarre, see you "Devil's Night 2"

OBIE TRICE | Never Forget Ya

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OBIE TRICE | Oh!

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[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks
I came in the game, profane no image
I came in the game, with a name
I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his child-ren
I proclaim the name though, never in vain no
Watch the change grow, a young nigga who didn't gain from fame
Copped the Range Ro', now they want my brains on the main road
They don't understand what I came for
How I came fo', with a million sold
Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold
Gettin money like Ross Perot
I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go
Oh that's the road you on, oh no
I'm down for the rifle, tone the fo fo
Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no
I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
Show me that your loco put holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo
Just cause our thug roll solo
And po' zone grown folk, be a cold negro
Be-low, your grieved up people
Be-lieve that the boy see no evil

[Chorus - Busta Rhymes]
OHH! I had you yellin out when I backed a 30/30 Rifle
OHH! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin they Bible
OHH! See you can yell like other niggaz, your pickin a dirty psycho
OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin me become a psycho

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it
Bright but violent, invite the violence
Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant
'Til these niggaz nights is silent
O. Trice from a trife environment
He 'Rock's the Mic' no sight of retirin
Maybe when the bank accounts light like a fire thin
I'm in the position to hire other clients then
Meanwhile I'm a virus like Iverson
A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin
And the soldier's retirin, I ain't buyin
Motherfuckers actin like you denyin them
Who tryin a nigga, who use buyers
I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces VIOLENCE
Loose the sirus, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins
No coke

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]
A derelict who inherited hustle
My heritage married the street struggle
Like a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah)
So this blood streams through my nuts
Seems like I wasn't in touch
When the teacher's ass spoke
Nope, naw I was just a preacher in oath
Sit on the bleachers and flip coke
The only reach you got through my dome
Niggaz yaffle so the gat'll be chrome
Pull the window raffle, so I scramble with a track and the phones (woo)
Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual back in my home
This is rap, but I ain't rappin so you clappin the zone
Think we trapped in the act, for the sake of performin (nigga)
This is your warnin, run up on the wrong
And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm [Blaap]
O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Buzz bring the track back here for 'em
C'mon

[Chorus]

OBIE TRICE | Hoodrats

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[Skit]
[Woman #1:] I know that ain't my homie over there
[Obie:] Keep sendin pages to the motherfucker
[Woman w/ Obie:] Well
[Woman #1:] Obie!
[Woman w/ Obie:] Is somebody calling you?
[Obie:] Nah, nah
[Woman #1:] Obie! One ball
[Obie:] All I'm sayin is I don't even know the situation .
[Woman w/ Obie:] You know her?
[Obie:] No, uh uh, I don't know that bitch
[Woman #1:] Obie don't act like you can't see me
[Woman w/ Obie:] Well she's calling your name
[Woman #1:] Turn around and look at me
[Obie:] Oh shit, Candice this is Sheneneh
[Woman #1:] Who is this bitch?
[smack, crashing noises]
[Obie:] What the fuck! Security! Security!
[Woman #1:] Let me go!
[Security:] Come on ma'am
[Woman #1:] Tanisha get my purse
[Obie:] Get her outta here
[Woman #1:] Get my purse!
[Obie:] Get her the fuck outta here!
[Security:] Yo, get to her man, need some help with this bitch
[Obie:] Get that bitch outta here man
[Woman #1:] Obie! Obie! You know I'm having your babies
[Woman #1:] They twins, one look just like you, let me go!
[Woman #1:] And one of them look like your brother, ok let me go!

[Verse 1]
My hoodrat's fatal, they not stable
I could be at a dinner table
with 'Union Gabrielle', fine as hell, pierce in the naval
Look at my rat like she act brand new
"Hey boo, how are you?"
Yeah, cool, now tally-o your ass back across the room
You see me with Pocahontas
I ain't tryin to be honorary but honestly I ain't tryin be bothered
You got a brain, define honors in college
You'd rather define how your knowledge in chronic
I'm tryin step my game up a notch bitch
Your aim the cock block on my plot bitch
She hot and your not, so stop bitch
Quit blowin up my motherfuckin spot, shit

[Chorus]
How could you be here? Why don't you leave here
I ain't tryin to see you everytime at my show
I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there
You know how we get down on the low
Your playin me cheap here
Tonight I don't drink beer
I got a bottle, so it's time for you to go
You's the freak here, you don't know me here
She's a model, you my late night ho

[Verse 2]
They chase me (Obie, Obie), when they see me in the club
With a lot alike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad
Then they wanna brag and say "already had 'em
He ain't shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers (girl)
Plus 50 Cent's like ten times badder (girl)
D-12 shouldn't of had him on they album" (girl)
That's what I get just for stabbin them hoes
They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes
Ya'll knew O before for new hoes, but since it's a new ho
Just act like you never knew O, boo
We still crew, we just the same (uh huh)
Just not tonight, you don't know my name (you don't know me)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey yo fellas, never get timid when the chicken is interferin
When your chillin with a chick, who a ten (damn)
Let her know the situation at hand (uh huh)
And tell the bitch go play with her friends (BITCH)
This is for the model that your chillin with, hoodrats is often awful
My advice keep your mouth on muffle
Feistiness give 'em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffle
This is for the rats, go on with that (go on)
Quit actin like you smokin that crack
Cause he pokin that chick, you ain't ownin on shit
Ain't no rings on that finger
And every nigga in the hood ain't triple teamed her

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice - talking]
That's right, ha, you see me at the club
with a, with a look-alike Halle motherfucker
Look alike, look a, look alike Alicia Keys
Haha, you don't know me
Don't say shit, you know who I'm talking to
All my hoodrat bitches
Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta
Haha, all ya'll
I'm straight, Obie Trice

OBIE TRICE | Hands On You

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[Obie Trice]
Babe uh, yeah!
Girl, you my only one though aight, haha
You my baby, fuck all that shit
You're the one for me
Check it out.

[Verse - Obie Trice]
Baby I'm feeling the feelings you giving, I'm feelin your style
And I'm willing to let my guard down to figure you out
I'm picturing your figure in a swimsuit wiling
Somewhere in the Caribbean Islands
Cause the vibe you giving me now
Feels like I'm an innocent child
Sinning is never tempting when other womens around
Hands down, this is my vow
I never heard a moan sound so profound
When a nigga's digging you out, phone rings
You cuss them motherfuckers out, quit calling the house!
If I call, you're in route
There's a drought, you look out
I'm on edge, you put the palm of your hand on my head and squeeze
Please believe I ain't scared of commitment
Fuck head from them bitches!
When you could do the same, but that respect is given
Our intimacy is significantly different

[Chorus - Eminem (Obie Trice)]
You gon ride for me (you gon ride?)
Then I'm gon ride for you (I'm gon ride)
If you put your mouth on me (put it on me)
I'm a put my mouth on you
Together there ain't nothing we can't do (there's nothing)
Any problem we can see it through (we see it through)
Baby if you promise to be true (you promise?)
I will never put my hands on you
Come on and think about it

[Verse - Obie Trice]
We ain't even got to talk when we see each other
We got it all chalked out when we see each other under them covers
You my lover, I'm your friend, I'm your man, but I'm sayin
Who needs a label, we roll hand in hand
Visions of you having my little man
We joke, you call me George Foreman
Cause I'm namin him O number four, me I'm three
Plus the ol' G like the personality, she say it's meant to be
I'm in the bathroom when you pee
She in the bathroom too when a nigga doo doo, you my boo boo
There's nothing in this world that a nigga wouldn't do to
Satisfy - this my bitch that ride
My bitch wit the pistol in the ride
A nigga act up she busting, she ain't got to decide
No discussion, she'll put a slug in a tough niggaz muffin
You're fucking wit her husband

[Chorus]

[Verse - Obie Trice]
Come on and think about it
You got a ring about it
Nothing could ever come between or intervene our bondage
Drama we overcome it if we out numbered
I promise it'll be us against a hundred
Rushing to your side when you vomit eating pickles and peanutbutter
Eight months later Obie rubbing your stomach
Paying homage to your momma for raising a girl proper
Enough to call O her Baby Father
You ain't gotta bother bout a deal, I swear I keep it real
Raise young O trill and cook a decent meal
It's signed and sealed, you the only female
Hail, my one and only pal come to get me outta jail
Post bail and post up for sale
I swore, I swear we will always live well
Long as I got my bombshell from the hood to the hills
Who's gon stop up? nobody! we's that deal

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Eminem (Obie Trice)]
If you gon stand by me (if you gon stand by me)
Then I'm gon stand by you (then I'm gon stand by you)
If you promise you'll be true
Then I'll never put my hands on you (hands down)
But! don't you play me for no fool (no fool) bitch!
Cause if I put my mouth on you (on you)
After you put your mouth on someone else
Better find someone else new
Come on and think about it

[Outro - Obie Trice]
Yeah.. Obie Trice
Shady!

OBIE TRICE | Look In My Eyes

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[Obie Trice]
Every man determined his definition of realness
What's real to him
Everybody's got their own definition of gangsta man
Okay, this is my definition of gangsta

Surprise motherfuckers
You thought I never would arise motherfuckers
It's Obie Trice motherfuckers
Look in the eyes of a real guy
I ain't got time for lies
Niggaz frontin like they lyin
Nigga ya not tough
Decease the bluff
These streets is too heated up for you to front
Dre laced the beat
Heated up for you to bump
Real name no gimmicks give my niggaz what they want
Fuck the image of the blunt
That ain't rap dog
Be who you wanna be but let it be fat dog
We'll never let a nigga tell you how you should act dog
Specially when you're fuckin wit automatic gats dog
These niggaz ain't playin
I'm sayin
I'm sprayin
I do my dirty work wit my hands
I'm a man
Layin a nigga down he advance
You fuckin wit my plans
I'm lookin for the tooth

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]
Look in my eyes
Sayin there's a love I can hate
Cuz it's a thin line
Walk around wit my chest out
Like I got 9 lives
Never will get to your strap
Before I find mine
Wonder what the future is like
Look in my eyes
Look in my eyes
Real Gs anticipate
They got to have mine
All the hos shoppin me out
Say it's all about time
Niggaz never open they mouth
Cuz they know my kind
Find it hard to figure me out
Look in my eyes
Look in my eyes

[Obie Trice]
Now when Obie's up to bat
They asked Obie
How you cope wit dat
Cope esthetically man
I Kobe Bryant rap
I'm so defiant that
The lungs uninviting my rhyme
I swear I'm outta my mind sometimes
Out on the grind
My kind
Nickel and dime niggaz we ain't rich yet
We on the corner wit a 40 and a biscuit
Ready for bitch shit
Have you drinkin
We ain't got good sense
My hood so tense
Niggaz so dense
I see through the life you invent
Slow up on how you niggaz vent
You niggaz ain't representin shit
I represent school crowd killas
Detroit nigga
My nigga what
The realest
Exploit niggaz
My nigga what
What's the point in avoidin your feelins
You niggaz fillas
You drillas
You a lyrics motherfuckers
Real life experiences
Eminem gave the clearance
So I here to show you niggaz brialliance
Build it
Shady marine no civilian
O Trice you fuckin wit a real one

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]

[Obie Trice]
This is what the streets done to me
Hungary
Gun on me
Hopes high only keep change up community
Give it up in unity
Raise future mes
You look in my eyes that's the dream Obie see
Man it seems
It's as easy as the rhyme Obie brings
But my eye shows things intervene
All or in between
It's like losin my team
Losin my freedom, losin my mind, and the being
The being I'm a being
Graduated from rights of beings
To a beance
Congratulated on life's irenes
On your biatch
I done came to far to go backwards
My aim to extreme for y'all

[Chorus - Nate Dogg]

[Obie Trice]
Look in my eys man
It ain't shit but real talk over here nigga
I would never send you elsewhere
I got hair on my nuts nigga
Grown man shit
That's how a nigga get into clubs nigga
When I ain't got no ID
Flash my nuts on they ass
They walk me right in nigga
Ha ha ha ha ha
Yea
Obie Trice

OBIE TRICE | Spread Yo Shit

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[Intro - Proof]
Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece
Fresh up out your momma's mouth
So when she spit's you know how I "cum"
You know what I mean, haha
We release the Dogg Hour
Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz
Detroit's in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills
Obie Trice baby, check it out...

[Verse - Obie Trice]
I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work
I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf
Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack
In the back bottled up in that Gerbert glass
For what it's worth, I ain't told to have
I'm just rambling, y'all dick handling
Telling my past and you don't know me
Niggaz the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these motherfuckas

[Chorus - Kon Artist]
When I was down you had a lot to say
You should mind your business and walk away
Talk about them trying to find a way
To spread yo shit 'round town
I ain't really got time for you
With all that ignorant shit you do
Niggaz need money and I do too
That's why I ain't fucking with you

[Verse - Obie Trice]
I wonder would he pass for passer
If a massive ass kick's inflected
It can happen that quick, when spitting shit
Rapidly laying down your fag ass click
From running your lips like a bitch
All I know is something it gotta give
Niggaz I gotta live, it's not a poragative
Don't speak on The Kid
Lid your speech or rid ya in the streets
It's so optional, but I will be logical
Cause when I lodge at you, it's not hospital
Operating poppin' them hot slugs outta your abdominal
Now your momma got a funeral attendin
Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen
All I wanna do is make music and "bench" man
"Get my weight up" the same shit that Jay said
If you hate up, the AK's is sprayin
Motherfuckers ain't playin!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Obie Trice]
That's why I don't fuck with you cats
Cause this all wrap with y'all
But this is not an act at all
Run ya trap, get clapped and fall
Spread rumors recieve malignant tumors
Don't confuse music with us choosin
Adhesive patches won't cover the bruise
Channel Two anchors won't cover the news
They never give a fuck when it's beef between crews
All I know is Obie paid his dues
Made his moves and bitch niggaz hate the truth
They rather see me laid in that body booth
Deep six, rotten so the rats can chew
That's why I don't fuck with y'all
You'll run and get y'alls, and that really sucks for y'all
Talk behind backs but never to him dawg
Wouldn't that irritate your boss?!

[Chorus - repeat 2x]

[Outro - Obie Trice]
Fuckers, Obie Trice

OBIE TRICE | We All Die One Day

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[Chorus: Lloyd Banks]
Niggas Know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth I don't care
but if you get too close I'm gonna clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
it ain't considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day

[Obie Trice]
Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look
like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook
Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and
let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand
I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms
shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes
everybody running for their motherfucking lives
Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely
open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave
your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z
O's an animals skirts get mirked
don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt
don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard
trust in guard it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar
I give a fuck where you from who you be with
keep this a secret right by the nuts
a 4-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks
and make my cash stretch longer than giraffe necks
poverty will make your ass bet on words
touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sents'
they say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun
if that's the case then get a bigger one
you don't think I pack the pump cause I'm out of the hood
that's a stereotype like everyone that's black can jump
I'm in a white mink, the fabric is done
got rings that bling like Mike, Byrd, Magic and them
out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from
living lavash, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come
I'm the clouds you won't see me in the trains
I travel first class you don't even got a TV on your plane
You should be easy on my name, cause I don't going back and forth
your boss and your captain's soft

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
We gonna bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you gonna get it
name 'em we gonna hit 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out
too much venom and if you role with 'em
we gonna fuck you up with 'em
I got too much momentum moving in my direction to lose
my shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in 'em (BROOM)
you know how we do it when we do how we do it when we come through
G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we all move like assassins
ski masks and gloves consider this as a warning
disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs
but we are fizast, fuck your little bitch ass up
we are not killers, my vato will have you shot-o
drag through the varrio and fucked like Kim Osario
little sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real
we burn source covers like fucking Cypress Hill
did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still
shady records you better believe the hype is real
this is no joke, I don't smoke
but I toke enough second hand to make my fucking P.O. choke
I'm an OG, you're fucking with a GI Joe
Bia Bia, mia meo a vida loca
I'm a psycho, Mariah ain't got shit on me
when I retire I'll be spitting baby food on people
a tent sieged on her ranch, huddled up next to her
with Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs
you ever had your gap pealed back or your shit pushed in
I put my blade in your like a fucking pin cushion
slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hindoff
I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dog
Nobody told you that I'm loco ese`?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm slim sha...dy and the "d" is for deez nuts
and you can get each one for free so feast up
I pee in a cup for three months, I'm having an E party for easter please come

[50 Cent]
We gonna bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you gonna get it
name 'em we gonna hit 'em, chew 'em up and spit 'em out
too much venom and if you role with 'em
we gonna fuck you up with 'em
you can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
I got a 12 gauge Mossberg to pump up your chest
have you gasping for air after that shell hit your vest
fear me like you fear god cause I bring death
Silverback gorilla in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest one around you know how I get down
I watch gangster flicks and root for the badguy
and turn it off before it ends cause the badguy die
if you trying to buy guns I'm the nigga to look to
so what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new
you can raise your voice like you fitting to touch something
when I raise my knife shit I'm fitting to cut something
see I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie
if the bitch think I love her the bitch don't know me

(ha ha Sorry Kim ha ha)

[Chorus]

OBIE TRICE | Follow My Life

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[Intro - Obie talking]
Yeah! [echo], uh
Let ya'll niggaz know me
Yeah, WOO!

[Verse 1]
Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered
Big lips, popped out placenta
Momma ain't breastfeed, had no pop neither
Pop leaves shit but a name - Obie
Elementary homie that's how it started
In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart
Fuck niggaz, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched
My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder
"Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow"
That's what she told me, "little punk, blame that on your father"
So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick
Split a motherfucker's shit for tryin to fuck with the kid
Get a little older, hair on my dick, now I'm curious
Niggaz on the corner gettin money rockin jewelry
Allowance, nigga that ain't man shit
Cowards, nigga that ain't man shit
I had to prove to myself
How these niggaz same age as me calculatin this wealth
So I got me a clique and niggaz what?
Workin one sixteenth, like "nigga we can clean up"

[Chorus - 2X]
Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down
And Lord knows all this shit that I done put her through
I speak through her straight to you, motherfuckers

[Skit - Obie talking]
Two for one, here, here take this, two for one
Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fuck with

[Verse 2]
Summer '94, I'm gettin a little dough
Taller than my momma, so I'm listenin to her nose
I'm listenin to them hoes scream "O!"
And I'm listenin to them O's go CHOP!
P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime
I call her auntie, she cop three at a time
Throw a extra bump bringin cline
I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losin my mind
Fuck a steady job, I'm tryin
I steady mob, I'm dyin in this game, I ain't lyin
Sellin so much coke forgettin it's a crime
Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes
Give a fuck about the radar on me [police sirens]
Bumpin Big or Pac, yo nigga who tryin me?

[Skit - Notorious B.I.G.'s +Big Poppa+ plays in background]
[Cop] - Get off the god damn truck!
[Obie Trice] - Fuck you, yo I ain't did shit
[Cop] - Put your fucking hands in the air!
[Obie Trice] - Bitch!

[Chorus - 2X]

[Outro - Obie talking (echo)]
Yeah, all my of life
Only my momma know
Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and it's crazy, motherfuckers

Shit Hits The Fan

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[Dr. Dre]
Yeah
Yo, let's bring it

[Chorus – Eminem]
What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
Will you be as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?
I said What you gonna do when shit hits the fan?
Are you gonna stand and fight like a man?
And show us you're as hard as you say you are?
Or you gonna run and go get your bodyguard?

[Verse 1 – Dr. Dre]
Niggaz is so gangsta, Niggaz is thugs
Niggaz'll spend their whole life peddlin drugs
Slanging dope in hopes of one day bein able
To own their own label and give the game up
Some niggaz came up, some just didn't
That's just the way it is, if it ain't meant it, it just isn't
Some niggaz'll get money and pay niggaz to back em
So they can act up, feel comfortable, and rap tough
And that's as backwards, cuz them niggaz just gone keep coming back
And that's when extortion happens
You struggle to get free, I know how this shit be
You deal with anything to live legitimately
But you gone find if you do get in this industry
It's best to be business with me than against me
Niggaz get behind mics and ain't even MC's
Niggaz get on MTV just to diss me
This shit don't even piss me off
I'm laughin all the way to the bank
Watchin the satellite from a Bentley
You niggaz don't even got a car
You're so far under my radar
I don't even know who the fuck you are
To tell you to suck my dick while I'm pissin
I don't even listen to your shit to know who the fuck I'm dissin
The media just feeds into these feuds
Tryin to add fuel to the fire. This little nigga, Ja Rule
Talking bout he's gonna slap me. Nigga please
You gotta jump and swing up to hit me in the knees
I laugh at these magazines when they interview em
All they doin is making fake threats to us through em
And pussy you're not Pac, I knew em
Pac was a real nigga, you just a fuckin insult to em
It's too bad we had to fallout before he passes
If he could see this shit now, he'd be whoopin your ass
You're talkin to a pioneer who engineered this shit for 19 years
Who you got in your ear? I don't even gotta say it, the fans know
Quit tryin to be tough, nigga, you look like a asshole

[Chorus – Eminem]

[Verse 2 – Obie Trice]
They say why don't we increase the peace
The only peace increased is that which deletes your peeps
Cuz niggaz run mouths but they don't run streets
Till that 4 5 will cease the speech
Yeah it's a shame how the beef'll creep
Could've reached the peep, now you're left with a horrible leak
I'm tryin to be as bleak with my speech as possible
Just in case a nigga tryin to throw me an obstacle
Nigga, I'm not boxin you, I'm hospitable
I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you
Let the doc op on you, he don't rid you?
You back on the streets? I send another hit at you
This is not a hypocritical issue
I will critical condition your tissue
Give a fuck if all ten of them wit you
I throw an extra ten of them missiles
Turn gangstas into gentlemen vicko
And ever since Eminem dissed you
I swear I see the women and bitch in you
All this bickering back and forth over who signs who
Curtis, pull your skirt up, nigga, you got murdered
Now take it like a man and shake it off. Damn
And quit tellin all these magazines your plans
How you gone slap up my mans, you're ficticious
Nigga, we send Stan to come murder your bitches

[Chorus – Eminem]

Hahahahahaha
Yeah, yeah
Go out behind all the gangstas you want, nigga
Matter fact, go get every gangsta from every hood
In the United States of America to back you, nigga
Ain't nobody rap wit you
You can't see that?
Fell off, nigga
Hahahahahaha
Damn, damn
Shady slash Aftermath, motherfucker
2003 to infin

OBIE TRICE | Bad Bitch

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OBIE TRICE | The Set Up

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[Intro - Obie Trice]
Bitch I see you, cause you know I know you
Yeah I know you.

[Verse - Obie Trice]
Last time I saw you
You was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new fuck
Last time you saw me
I was P-I to the motherfucking M-P WHAT!
And lately I heard you's a broke bitch livin in the lower class suburb
And lately the word is I live in a suburb and I don't fuck with birds
She used to pump on the block
Sell a nigga rocks, bail a nigga out BUT!
She tried to plot on a nigga, vacan't lot one shot bitch died go figure
He used to pay this bitch, gave her lots of shit
Fuck's wrong with this nigga man?
He used to bring her through the hood
Treat the bitch to fuckin good, my opinion
We used to blaze with the bitch, faded off the lick she x-rated the clip
This nigga bought braids for the bitch
Louis Vuitton kicks and tricked on some sucka shit
Meanwhile in the hood she drivin around good
This bitch thinks she's in Hollywood
Meantime she settin the nigga up
Telling us what his stuff she's ready to get him stuck WHAT!

[Chorus - Nate Dogg (Obie Trice)]
Thick thighs but she full of surprises
I swear this bitch is Shady (that's what I know)
Sex on her mind all the time
And you think that that's your baby (you don't know)
You a good guy that's living a lie
But she dove and played your safety (it's what I know)
If you cool and she satisfied
How come that bitch just paged me? (you don't know)

[Verse - Obie Trice]
We had to ride on a nigga
WATCH HIM! for the right time to get richer
We decided when the hit was, run up on him, .45 in the ribs WHAT!
This nigga screamed like a bitch
Showed us what his shit hit her, hell of a lick BUT!
The bitch, who told us bout the bricks exposed us to the nigga
He knew that we'd come BUT! {*gun shot*}
Meanwhile in his hood, his niggaz is suiting up and Timbed, looted up
Rims and new trucks your man 'Livin It Up'
Then a van with no hubs suddenly pulled up and erupt
Shot a nigga the fuck up
Just my luck, the bitch got us both touched, it's like a rush
The bitch who blushed and smoked blunts wit us
Turned out to be nuts, switched up
Mixed up wit the wrong slut
Got my friend zipped up in the bag, it's all bad
My niggaz got my back, in fact
They caught on her Ave, flossin in another nigga cab

[Chorus]

OBIE TRICE | Don't Come Down

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Don't come down things will always work out
Don't come down things will always work out
Don't come down things will always work out
So when you find yourself in pieces

As a child I was foul (uh)
Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out yo mouth (daddies ain't shit)
You would fuss, cuss 'til your blood pressure was up,
Then give up and slouch on the couch and drink your liquor (fuck you boy)
A hard-headed nigga I was, quick temper,
Short attention span not attending class (no)
What a dummy, I would run over you honey
You confront me and say "Obie you no longer have a mommy" (I don't know you)
Don't use my phone, don't even eat my food
Matter of fact, don't speak and it was just me and you (just us)
In the house, with that mouse, and them traps and that gat
Waitin' on the day for you to pull the trigger back (c'mon)

[Chorus]
Don't come down things will always work out (I'm sorry)
Don't come down things will always work out (I messed up)
Don't come down things will always work out (I Did wrong yo)
So when you find yourself in pieces

You tryin' to kill me boy (no!)
That's what you wanna do, kill me (kill me)
Ma, your not feelin' me, the beef is not that drastic (its a beat)
Weed blasted bastard, You're lyin' (you're lyin')
You tuck plastic freezer bags with dope inside of 'em
She knew, (damn)
but she hated that it was true
I done raised two boys (two boys) I can do away with you
The locks changed, and the nights got colder,
I'm slangin' boulders, lookin' like a boulder toker
But fuck it, I'm the oldest
I'm down for mines Ma,
She ride by my corner like
I'm not gonna cry! (no)
I would not reap the pain (no) of watchin' my youngest man, (no)
On the corner slangin' 'cane, I'm callin' the cops

[Chorus]
Don't come down things will always work out (I'm sorry)
Don't come down things will always work out (I messed up)
Don't come down things will always work out (I Did wrong yo)
So when you find yourself in pieces

Ma, even though I left the house wrong, (what)
Seventeen years old on my own (yea)
Using these streets as my home (yea)
There's no reason to prolong this beef dear, I love you (love you!)
Ms. Eleanor Trice I place no one above you (above you!)
You the reason when I hustle, I knew to stack (stack that)
The reason when I opened up mics I knew to rip (rip that)
The ethics you enstored in this hectic young brother
Rubbed off after all, now look at your boy (look)
when they ask about me now you won't just put your head down (nah)
Straighten up Ma, you can smile now proud (yea)
Everything's kosher with the boaster is oldest (cool)
Let's get closer
So regrets never approach us

[Chorus]
Don't come down things will always work out (I'm sorry)
Don't come down things will always work out (I messed up)
Don't come down things will always work out (I Did wrong yo)
So when you find yourself in pieces

Don't come down things will always work out
Don't come down things will always work out
Don't come down things will always work out
So when you find yourself in pieces

[Guitar]

OBIE TRICE | Hey Lady

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[Obie Trice]
Can we re- can we re-enact Biggie's song?
C-can you shit on me?
I just want you to shit on me

[Hook - Eminem (singing)]
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions
I'll kill you
Bitch I'm fuckin'
For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered
If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love

[in the background of the hook]
Hey lady, hey lady
I don't think you really wanna be my girl
(be my girl, be my girl, be my girl)
Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous)
You never know what I really (be like, be like)
(be like, be like, I'm your type)
(And might even get a little bit crazy)

[Obie Trice]
Baby I'm extra large (huge) in magnitude
And Magnums to lubrication that I use
To chose which hole on a ho I abuse (yes)
Have 'em confused, can't tell who is who
When I fuck the shit out you, then the next date (bitch)
I rush the shit out you off my two-way (ooh wait)
You wanna cuddle, emotional hustle up on Pocono's
Poke ya nose in and outta Obie's own
No, I'm in and out your home
And this in and out your tone
I ain't the nigga that settles 'em down
Put 'em in nice homes and floss 'em around (nah)
I bounce 'em around
Camcord the sex and sell 'em around town
How that sound?
If I was in love witcha, now you wanna clown
Fuck with them clowns until I pound on your crown
Bust a few rounds and the cops come and get me
Bad mouth a nigga just to convince a jury
You don't want it with me, you just horny as me
You want a nut, nuttin' but what is you be

[Eminem]
I'm internationally known baby but actually
There are few people who know how I am naturally
All you know is that I can act irrationally
When you shove a puppet up in my face on national TV
So they label me this crazed loony rap bully
But truthfully that ain't the truth
And if you believe in that shit
Then you'll believe anything's true
And you're too stupid to ever get to know me personally
But personally that actually works for me
Cuz the last thing that I need's a string attached to me
I'ma bachelor bitch and I ain't in no fast fury
To run out and find a new Mrs. Mathers
Cuz see, technically me and Kim ain't back fully
But we do still make booty calls occasionally
But be damned if I end up back in that pad
And we end up back at that god damn tavern
And havin' another déjà vu, we seein' security
Pass my pussy around like it's Ja Rule's jewelry
I got news for you bitch, your news curfew's early
You ain't home by 2:30 [gunshot]

[Hook - Eminem (singing)]
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions
I'll kill you
Bitch I'm fuckin'
For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered
If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love

[in the background of the hook]
Hey lady, hey lady
I don't think you really wanna be my girl
(be my girl, be my girl, be my girl)
Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous)
You never know what I really (be like, be like)
(be like, be like, I'm your type)
(And might even get a little bit crazy)

[Obie Trice]
See you lookin' at the life, you lookin' at the lights (lights)
You lookin' at the ice (ice) you ain't lookin' at the Trice (right)
You should look at some advice when I see he ain't nice (nope)
Despite the fact you think you the feisty type
O love to fight (uh) I love the drama (yeah)
Love when my bitch get to cussin' out Yolanda (fuck you bitch)
Find the Obie condom on the counter
Swingin' her weave, can't breathe like I can't believe
Least I ain't deceieve and try to mislead
And sell a dream just to get you on my team
I came clean to keep down the beef
Keep down my reach, you can keep all your teeth

[Eminem]
What we do under the covers should stay between the covers
And the two of us and we ain't gotta be news coverage
On the front page cover of "Buzz's New Lovers"
And this is when the bitch get to showin' the true colors
Cuz the truth of it, everything that I do's public
And you'd love it if you could run and tell all your friends
Guess who you just screwed, as soon as me and you've done it
And save the used rubber to show 'em the proof of it
But I guess it's do unto others as you'd have 'em do unto you
But you better be careful of who you're doin' it to
Cuz you never know when the shoe
Could end up on the other foot and it backfires on you
Cuz you think you want it then you want me, then you get me
Then you got me and you're fucked cuz you'll be stuck with me
For the rest of your life cuz if I get attached to you
We'll be joined at the hip, I'll be so latched to you
You'll be walkin' out the house and I'll run up and tackle you
Chain your ass up to the bed and shackle you
You don't think you're leavin' this house in that, do you?
Not till I brand my name in your ass and tattoo you
And have you walkin' out this bitch in turtleneck sweaters
Scarves and full leathers in 90 degree weather
Front on me? Never
Cuz we gonna be together forever
Right bitch? [gun cock]
Right bitch? [gun cock, shot]

[Hook - Eminem (singing)]
Hey lady, hey darlin', hey baby
I'm sorry but I can't be your boyfriend
If you toy with my motherfuckin' emotions
I'll kill you
Bitch I'm fuckin'
For real I'll make you suffer like I suffered
If you fuck me then I'll make you fall in love

[in the background of the hook]
Hey lady, hey lady
I don't think you really wanna be my girl
(be my girl, be my girl, be my girl)
Fuckin' with me can be dangerous (dangerous, dangerous)
You never know what I really (be like, be like)
(be like, be like, I'm your type)
(And might even get a little bit crazy)

(fall in love) (crazy)
(fall in love) (crazy)
(fall in love) (crazy)

OBIE TRICE | Got Some Teeth

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[talking in background]

[Obie Trice - talking]
WOO!
Damn ..
There's a lot of bitches up in here tonight boy
I'm about to get drunk
Let's hold down, sleep
Where the bar at?
[crashing noise]

[Verse 1]
Okay, okie dokey Obie's here
No more focus, hobo's got a career
And I like your brassiere and there's a party in here
And I'm ready to talk naughty in Veronica's ear
She erotic and it's hot, saw Heineken beer
Put it to the side and invite here to "Cheers"
Pull up a chair, swear no drama
prepare player your workin with a MONSTER [yelling]
I ain't got time to waste, let's vacate the place
Shut blinds and drapes, grind to your face in a grimy state
Concentrate, you will find that your bound to get
But we found what's fate
We can watch two incredible mates masterbate
Why settle and wait
Let's escalate to the nearest Super 8
To your rear is on the mirrors and they smearin booty cheeks
C'mon

[Chorus - 2X]
So this is my favorite song
Now sing along when the DJ throws it on
And if I leave here tonight and I fall asleep
And wake up, [sound of water dropping], hopefully she got some teeth

[Verse 2]
Okay holy moly derriere
Look around the club booty everywhere
She caught me starin
And my homies darin me to approach Karen
She's model material, but she got a venereal
Tons of baby fathers', baby bottles and cereal
She holla cause I got a lot of dinerio
The DJ's playin Obie song on the stereo
And she's impaired and she wants to be headin home
With the real thing not the dildo clone
And I know I don't wanna be headin home
With some double D's full of silicon
Ten hoodrat chicks surround me outside
Found me outside, clown me outside
'Til I pop the trunk and they found me outside
Cussin at the bitches screamin "off to they rides!"

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Okay rolie polies everywhere [horse naying noise]
Gotta find a slim chick's atmosphere
Obesity's glarin and she got me fearin
She's gonna come over here and try to eat me literal [crunching noise]
-ly, like a box of Cherrios
Carry cupcakes and chocolate Tootsie rolls
I'm outta order cause I gotta big girl disorder
So better cover up that blubber or I'll split [feet running away noise]
And I ain't got time to play
Let's investigate another place today
Ladies less in weight and the dress they shape
Dresses pettite, no window drapes

[Obie Trice - talking]
Word to mother, they god damn Okra and beans
Got ya Opera and jeans
Seems to me a little lean cuisine
Wouldn't hurt much, hot don't touch

[Chorus]

[Outro - Obie Trice - talking]
Haha, haha, ha
You gotta have teeth baby
It just wouldn't look right
Look, me big lips ..
You no teeth, it wouldn't work
You know what I'm sayin
Haha ha, yeah
I'm feelin good
Shady Record man
Obie Trice
C'mon

OBIE TRICE | Cheers

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[Intro]
A lotta' mathafuckas man...
Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, U Serv, Little Randy
That's what I'm doing this for...
[Verse 1]
Yeah... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate.
So this one is for all my dogs who didn't
make it in the struggle man I's remember
when I was on the Ave. clutching them dimes
Gut touching my spine, busting my
rhymes Feeling like im living in them lost times,
No sight of the future
Damn right, I would shoot ya, palm tight on a rooster
Old in the face cause this hold on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O?
Oh he's a bad case,
He won't last; his track record will do the math
Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you
Listeners but this is true
listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth
or else i might as well give this up
Feel me now, from rocks to pow pows,
glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls
And notice they still here, so Obie is still here
So Kobe, here's to
you and daddy's new career
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer!
put em up lets Cheer!
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
[Verse 2]
Now i understand every man got a story to tell
Buy fuck it i got a story as well
Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the llelo
Locked in a cell, who's to blame?
When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain
Only a few remains. you talk about struggle
With your bubble gum life style,
nigga fuck you I'm here today for fam that passed away
Bodies' deep six nigga flesh decayed
Real cats, who had techs to spray
Babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight
To the grave, that hood life is in me
So I, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie
Let me get air, im guaranteeing ya'll feeling me
Straight from the block to the industry
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up lets Cheer!
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
[Outro]
Yeah! All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace
My nigga Champsky, lil Green Pink Funk you'll be home in a minute nigga
We get it popping' I got a chance to speak to the word nigga
And I aint stopping, straight off the crab. 313! (ohhh yeah)

OBIE TRICE | Average Man

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[Verse 1]
Hey yo I'm focused, it's the locust
O. Trice is holding 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
44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll
Yes I hold my own
Swifty think you be Debo's clone, I'm aiming
Watch 'em switching to Damons
And next Friday I can bet you's a changed man
When them thangs in hands, 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 [gunshot]

[Chorus]
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
Hugging the streets like you in love
Your heart race like [flatline]
The ambulance arrive [police siren]
They rush you to the spinner, flying by my ride
Engine like [engine revs], homie you just died
Your family through crying, I pulled off a crime
Just as quick as ..

[Verse 2]
Lose your face, in a fool's race
I put my tune first nigga, you was in second place
And second place just means you didn't react with haste
And this differentiates life where murder being the case
And since murder was the case, it just means niggas 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, sit 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 playing, Obie got a plan
And the plan is NOT to be laying in Earth's land
I will POP before the can and Earth slaying
You get SHOT for playing me less than a man motherfucker

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Niggaz get it twisted, liquor make 'em envision
that gangsterism is disrespecting a niggaz wishes
Which is all the touch 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 meeting the coroner
O's and quarantine, cause no hoes in need, is no hoes in need
Niggaz take advantage 'til I manage to pull that hammer out
They start scattering, 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

[Chorus]

OASIS | Let There Be Love

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Who kicked a hole in the sky so the heavens would cry over me?
Who stole the soul from the sun in a world come undone at the seams?
Let there be love - Let there be love
I hope the weather is calm as you sail up your heavenly stream
Suspended clear in the sky are the words that we sing in our dreams
Let there be love - Let there be love - Let there be love - Let there be love

Come on baby blue
Shake up your tired eyes
The world is waiting for you
May all your dreaming fill the empty sky

But if it makes you happy
Keep on clapping
Just remember I'll be by your side
And if you don't let go, it's gonna pass you by

OASIS | A Bell Will Ring

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A little space
A little time
See what it can do

A little faith
Peace of mind
See what passes through

The sun will shine on you again
A bell will ring inside your head
And all will be brand new

Come alive
Come on in
Something let you know

The worlds as wide
As your life is thin
So entertain your goals

The sun will shine on you again
A bell will ring inside your head
And all will be brand new
All will be brand new

I can tell you what you wanna hear
I've been there once before
You brought me through the empty nights
Sleepless on your floor

The sun will shine on you again
A bell will ring inside your head
And all will be brand new
All will be brand new