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I think this Obie Trice, Obie Trice, Obie Trice. (I'd like to re-introduce myself, ha, ha). Obie Trice, it is Obie Trice, Obie Trice. (If you don't know by now). Obie Trice, Obie. (It's Obie
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ha, ha. You gotta have teeth baby. It just wouldn't look right. Look, me big lips. You no teeth, it wouldn't work. You know what I'm sayin'. Yeah. I'm feelin' good. Shady Records man. Obie
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*. Ain't no rings on that finger. And every nigga in the hood ain't triple teamed her Chorus Obie Trice - talking. That's right, ha, you see me at the club. with a, with a look-alike Halle
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motherfuckers. Shady Records 'til I sleep, motherfucker. Obie Trice, nuttin' but street, muthatfucka. Tear this bitch up until you bleed, motherfucker. I wouldn't give a * who you be, motherfucker. Punk
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. G. 's +Big Poppa+ plays in background. Cop - Get off the god damn truck!. Obie Trice - * you, yo I ain't did *. Cop - Put your * hands in the air!. Obie Trice - bitch!. . Chorus
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Don't come down things will always work out. Don't come down things will always work out. Don't come down things will always work out. So when you find yourself in peices. . As a child I was fowl
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know what I'm sayin'. Haha ha, yeah, I'm feelin' good. Shady Record man, Obie Trice, c'mon
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Don't come down things will always work out. Don't come down things will always work out. Don't come down things will always work out. So when you find yourself in peices. . As a child I was fowl
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Verse 1 - Obie Trice. Yes I understand I done came a long way. From huggin them corners to appearin on tv. From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me. To makin 'em hits, like this *'s easy
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. G. 's +Big Poppa+ plays in background. Cop - Get off the god damn truck!. Obie Trice - * you, yo I ain't did *. Cop - Put your * hands in the air!. Obie Trice - bitch!. . Chorus
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Intro. A lotta' mathafuckas man. Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, you Serv, Little Randy. That's what I'm doing this for. Verse. Yeah. We aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate
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Intro. A lotta' mathafuckas man. Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, you Serv, Little Randy. That's what I'm doing this for. Verse. Yeah. We aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate
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chick, you ain't ownin on *. Ain't no rings on that finger. And every nigga in the hood ain't triple teamed her. . Chorus. . Obie Trice - talking. That's right, ha, you see me at the club. With
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