Obie Trice Lyrics

Obie Trice Roughnecks Lyrics


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Obie Trice…

Ha ha, yeah!

[Obie Trice]

Rap is a necessity, so God don’t question me

about how long I been doin this shit here

I spark like a flare, and tear through a stank bitch underwear

when my testosterone’s in full gear

I’m rugged – and when the music bump out

I call niggaz out, that’s how I club it

Shit, you dug it, yo’ punk ass got retarded

cause the moment my music bump your pussy ass farted

Ha! That’s how hard I hit

Call it collision effect to make you player haters sick

Obie Trice truly is ridiculous with lyrics

I know you wanna drive my style but talk stiddicks

New millenium nigga, bringin mayhem

My slave rap is for real, games I never played ’em

I’ll stab him in the abdomen

And leave him gaspin for air like asthma really attacked him

I’ll leave you paralyzed with no more action, or verb

I know Obie get on your nerves

I’m like a nigga tryin to stay at your spot, without a job

Or a gang of thugs beatin on your head by the mob

Run that sob[?] but no more heartthrob

You’re stiff like a carcass full of maggots and shit

layin on the corner

I leave bodies more rotted than John Jr.’s body at the motherfuckin coroner

Your face mutilated, legs decapitated

from foul fuckin your dick, your dick disintegrated

Burnt niggaz never learned nigga

It’s Obie Trice – now say nice!

[Chorus: Deuce Wonder]

My veins pump purple rain

My pores sweat liquid cocaine

My eyes are dry, dry, dry..

My spirit’s maaade in proof

My body craaaves that juice

My mind is high, high, high..

You on the wrong side of these drums

[Obie Trice]

I intensify your high

Bump me through your systems and watch blood trickle out your eye

I make you feel like you meltin, or seein the devil, in 3-D

Only it’s Obie on CD

Mr. Trice unfamiliar?

But I’m the same nigga that killed ya – go read ya poem

I hit harder than them Hiroshima type bombs

Relocate arms – no more wri-ting

Obie Trice be live for the night

And any nigga try to take that, threatens my excitement

And yo, that’s when I get violent

and create with your blood like the red violin

Yeah, I bet you’ll be silent then

O. Trice rock harder than infinite horny men

Tipsy off gin, that’s when I begin to sin

Even if I lose no one wins

I’m an ex-convict escaped from hell

returned, to take the world over as well

MC’s rather me be in the cell

Rather than seein me up the block hoppin out a drop-top 12


[Obie Trice]

I come strapped, with a pack of gats

that’ll eliminate you, and that flat you stay at

Nosy neighbors

I break out the arsenic arsenal and firebomb your block for acres

Who would’ve thought? Me!

Obie Trice, the destruction of a fake wannabe

You claim you’re hardcore when you’re soft as you wanna be

That type of shit gets you lost unfortunately

Your mother miss ya, she thinks she ain’t shit

“Oh I ain’t raised him right! Oh I’m such a bitch!”

Shit change, when the bullet meets the brain

Leave a ugly first impression

And leave a dirty mess on your girlfriend’s dress

And he wouldn’t give a fuck, how loud the bitch screamin

Call him a demon, I call him a slug

Not a thug but a slug that’ll rip through a thug’s mug




New millenium shit