Get the fuck out motherfucker...
Verse 1
Hey yo...
When I step upin the bar, everybody hit the fucking floor,
Lucky motherfuckers make it tothe door,
Cause when I spit on mic's I spit raw,
Which cause confusionfrom the bar to the dance floor,
I keep the club on the vex,
Cause hegotta pay me when I spit, plus replace alot of shit,
Niggas get awhiling,
When my words echo's the room like, Get your hand out mypocket,
You suck shit when my topics rockin,
I'm banned from clubs 'causemy toxic tonsils,
Loud speaker like a fucking sports announcer,
I spit thebaa-haa till you rush the bouncer,
I rush the mutherfucker in your way who'sbouncing,
You know old christ get their yak'spronouncin...
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Get live motherfucker when I speakmotherfucker,
Out your seat motherfucker, I'm a reachmotherfucker,
Shady-records till I sleep motherfuckers
Obi-Trice nothinbut street motherfucker
Tear this bitch up till you bleed motherfucker
Iwould'nt give a fuck who you be motherfucker
Punk, pussy, bitch or Gmotherfucker
Adrenaline rush before you leave motherfucker
Verse2
When I speak I blow out your tweeters, yo dog,
Show out in speakersroll out with heaters,
I'm just an animal eating the game,
Jumbo monkey,funky and obie's the name,
I rose solo, never been a hoe though,
Keepyak's vocal when cats act loco,
Where you at when I'm moving thecrowd,
You get trampled, mashed on detroit style,
Up out your seats, pumpout the E's,
Off the beat's the crowd overpleased,
Where my nigga's atsmoking them tree's,
Off the cognac, finger fucking the ski's,
That's howit is when you party with me,
You don't like it, you L-7 like a squarebeat...
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Verse 3
Yo, yo, since I came I rearrange theplace with blaze,
Spays dope with coke-fevers DNA, I'm so addicted,
Togettin nigga's lifted, drunk off a liquid,
Obie Trice the misfit,
Douse'inthe crowd with piss and voul's,
We underground motherfucker fix yourfrown's,
I beat the bore with a wisty tour,
Off a whisky you never beenthis deep before,
So throw up your hands and peep out your man's
When Icome through next quarter trust it in you's,
And trust I'm attackin it,
icook up that hot shit like Ainsley Harriet
That's why I'm somiraculous,
And hope to get you nigga's pumped up,
I see you next time Isee him chump,
That's right, you go through obie trice fucked up,
on yourknees drop for these...
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