Obie Trice 4 Stories Lyrics

Special Reserve Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Welcome
  • 2 Got Hungry
  • 3 You've Been Slain
  • 4 On and On
  • 5 I Am
  • 6 4 Stories
  • 7 Roughnecks
  • 8 Cool Cats
  • 9 What You Want
  • 10 Jack My Dick
  • 11 Dope, Jobs, Homeless
  • Niggaz claim to be hard
    But deep down inside, you know you the pussiest nigga out of your squad
    Type to get stuck up, start prayin to God
    Like if I don't get popped, I'm in a Mas' with a law
    No more street dreams, your brain like to focus on them street things
    As if street niggaz wouldn't strip your street dreams

    [Break - Rakim sample scratched by DJ Grouch]
    "Know what I mean?"

    [Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
    Niggaz claim to be tough, shit, that's a bluff
    Niggaz know if they solo in the club wouldn't budge
    Since you with your man all of a sudden you a thug
    That comes with mean mugs and flesh gettin plugged, nigga
    Everybody "2Pacalypse Now"
    But everybody hate the thought six feet down
    And everybody tough, dog you ain't tough
    You's a drunk with one gat and a crew full of chumps
    Frontin hardcode when your body left in lumps
    Lucky the hospital in that nigga's trunk, that's what you want?


    [Verse 3 - Obie Trice]
    Niggaz still kills me
    Portrayin, Tony Montana, man, it was just a movie
    Niggaz don't move me
    Y'all niggaz' faker than a bitch with implants in her tits and booty
    How the fuck you gon' shoot me
    When you got the clip backwards in the Uzi?
    Niggaz feel they real thugs, then feel them real slugs
    And feel that the streets, really wasn't for us
    Y'all cats is really hilarious
    But ain't shit funny when your dick's in the dust and the ambulance come


    [Verse 4 - Obie Trice]
    The bullet strikes your dome
    For thirty seconds, your twitchin, your body in a zone
    After that you're gone, everybody lookin
    Niggaz and bitches, everybody shook and
    Homicide late, chalk in the pavement
    Around your physique, in the streets you're layin
    Your baby mama screamin, bitch went hoarse
    'Cause your life was divorced at one forty-four
    A.M., ambulance here [siren], can't save 'em
    You at the County Morgue by six in the a.m.
    Your mother get the phone call, drop the horn
    She boohooin 'cause her Boo Boo is now gone
    Tryin to be strong
    She at the County Morgue, in the conference room, with the TV screen on
    Screamin "my baby!"
    All 'cause your stupid ass wanna be crazy

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