[Intro Obie Trice]

You dont see me in the hood

its because im doin this man



[Obie Trice]



Niggas im still grindin

im still hearin those sirens

im still gettin chased by those lights

only the lights lime, and my mics on

and my time is none, because im writing more

and i aint here to meet a soul in this business

im here to eat, speak until these ho's feel this

and i cant let ya'll derail me man

i got young coby homie, you gotta let go of obie

because obie be back

we got them craps goin on, and that yack goin on

soon as a nigga touch down, back from tourin

its whatever, put that on the cheddar man

but in the mean time, its jimmy iovine time

chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out

this is it my niggaz, this what we boast about

now im here, so shut your mother fuckin mouth

and show me love bitch





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I just wanna love ya

for the rest of my life

i wanna hold you in the morn'

hold you through the night





[Eminem]



Theres a certain mystique, when i speak

that you notice that sort of unique

cause you know its me, my poetry's deep

and im stillmatic the way i flow to this beat

you cant sit still

its like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep

im strapped, just knowin any minute, i could snap

im the equivelent if what would happen if bush rapped

i bully these rappers so bad, lyrically

it aint even funny, i aint even hungry

it aint even money, you cant pay me enough

for you to play me, its cacamamy

you just aint zaney enough, to rock with shady

my noodle is cockadoodle, my clock is cookoo

i got screws loose, yeh the whole kit n caboodle

im just brutal, its not rumour, im numeral uno

assume it, theres no humour in it, no more you know

im rollin with a swollen bowling ball in my bag

you need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass

you better love me, bitch



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[50 Cent]



My boys is crazy in the hood,

they holler my name

if it aint about the flow its bout the stones and the chain

if i was you, i'd love me too, i roll like a boss

911 porsche, same color as cranberry sauce

i aint goin front, i thought r kelly was the shit

let me find out, he fucked around with bow wow bitch

niggaz eatin popcorn, right rewinding and the tape

now shorty momma in the precinct, hollerin rape

im convinced man, something really wrong with these hos

i thought lil kim was hot till she started fuckin with her nose

i used to listen to lauren hill, and tap my feet

then the bitch put out a cd that didnt have no beat

that boy d'angelo, hes determined not to fail

that nigga went buttass for his record to sell

my back shots are help ashanti hit them high note

and big ben taught charlie b moore to deep throat



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