(feat. Kon Artist)



[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-a