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Obie Trice Follow My Life Lyrics

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[Intro]
Yeah...Let ya'll niggaz know me, yeah...Woo

[Verse 1]
Eleven, Fourteen, Seventy-Seven an nigga enter
Big lips, popped out placenta
Mamma ain't breast feed, had no pop need
Pop leaves shit but a name, Obie
Elementary homie that's how it started
In garbage, retarded, gaining that heart
Fuck niggaz, "claiming" they hard
A nigga come home "touched"
My motherfucking' momma banging' me harder
"Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow"
That's what she told me, "lil punk, blame that on your father"
So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick
Split a motherfucker shit's for trying to fuck with "the kid"
Get a little order, hair on my dick, now I'm curious
Niggaz on the corner getting money rocking' jewelry
Allowance...Nigga that ain't man shit
Cowards...Nigga that ain't man shit.
I had to prove to myself
How these niggaz same age as me calculating' this wealth
So I got me a click and niggaz what?
Working' One Sixteen, like "nigga we can clean up"

[Chorus]
Follow my life, homie we starts it now
Only my mothafuckin' momma nigga holds me down
The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafuckas)

Follow my life, homie we starts it now
Only my mothafuckin' momma nigga holds me down
The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafuckas)

[Interlude]
Two for one's, here take this, two for one's
Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fucker

[Verse 2]
Summer '94, I'm getting a little "Dough"
Taller than my momma, so I'm listening' to her knows
I'm listening' to them hoes scream "Oh!"
And I'm listening' to them "O's" go Chop!
People showing pumping' on the blocks summertime
I call her "Auntie" she cop three at a time
Throw an extra bump bringing cline
I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losing my mind
Fuck a steady job, I'm trying
I steady mob, I'm dying in this game I ain't lying
Selling' so much "Coke" forgetting' it's a crime
Flying down I-75 pocket full of "Dimes"
Give a fuck about the radar on me
Bumping' Biggie, Pac nigga who trying me?

[Interlude]
(Cop) Get off the god damn truck
(Obie) Yo I ain't doing shit
(Cop) Put your fucking hands in the air
(Obie) Bitch...

[Chorus]
Follow my life, homie we starts it now
Only my mothafuckin' momma nigga holds me down
The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafuckas)

Follow my life, homie we starts it now
Only my mothafuckin' momma nigga holds me down
The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw
I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafuckas)

[Outro]
Yeah, All my of life...Only my momma know
Obie...Obie Trice...Shady in this bitch...
Mothafuckas...




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