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 children I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow A young nigga who done gained from fame, copped the Range Ro' Now they want my brains on the main road But they don't understand what I came for How I came forth 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 O, that's the road you on, oh no I'm down for the rightful tone of fo' fo' Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no I know you want to catch me at Sunoco Show me that you're loco, put holes in my photo Nope! Hope!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause our thug roll solo Impose on grown folk, be a cold negro Below, your grieved up people Believe that the boy see no evil [Chorus] Ohh! I had you yellin' out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle Ohh! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin' they Bible Ohh! See you get down like other niggaz repeatin' the dirty cycle Ohh! See you should make peace instead of makin' me become a psycho I visualized it, O. Trice at twenty five 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 'Roc's the Mic' no sight of retirin' Maybe when the bank account's like Leviathan then I'm in 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 Dudes through sirens, you in hospital, orange juice and vitamins [Chorus] 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 reachin' got through my dome Niggaz yaffle so the gat'll be chrome Pulled the winnin' raffle so I scramble with a track and the foams (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 clap in the zone Think you're 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 O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Bust bring the hook back here for 'em C'mon [Chorus]