Obie Trice Follow My Life Lyrics

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[Intro - Obie talking]
Yeah! (*echo*), uh
Let y'all *****z know me
Yeah, (WOO!)

[Verse 1]
Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a ***** entered
Big lips, popped out placenta
Mom ain't breast feed, had no pop neither
Pop leaves **** but a name - Obie
Elementary homie that's how it started
In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart
**** *****z, claimin they hard, a ***** come home touched
My **********in momma bangin me harder
"***** take your *** out their and fight them tomorrow"
That's what she told me, "little punk, blame that on your father"
So I had no choice, ***** pick up a brick
Split a ************'s **** for tryin to **** with the kid
Get a little older, hair on my ****, now I'm curious
*****z on the corner getting money, rockin jewelry
Allowance, ***** that ain't man ****
Cowards, ***** that ain't man ****
I had to prove to myself
How these *****z same age as me calculatin this wealth
So I got me a clique and *****z what?
Workin one sixteenth, like "***** we can clean up"

[Chorus] - 2X
Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my **********in momma ***** hold me down
And Lord knows all the **** that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you ************s

[Skit - Obie talking]
Two for one, here, here take this, two for one
Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you **** with

[Verse 2]
Summer '94, I'm gettin a little dough
Taller than my momma, so I'm listenin to her nose
I'm listenin to them hoes scream "O!"
And I'm listenin to them O's go CHOP! (*echo*)
P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime
I call her auntie, she cop three at a time
Throw a extra bump bringin cline
I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losin my mind
**** a steady job, I'm tryin
I steady mob, I'm dyin in this game, I ain't lyin
Sellin so much coke forgettin it's a crime
Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes
Give a **** about the radar on me (*police sirens*)
Bumpin +Big Poppa+ ***** who tryin me?

[Skit] (*Notorious B.I.G.'s +Big Poppa+ plays in background*)
(Cop) - Get off the god damn truck!
(Obie) - **** you, yo I ain't did ****!
(Cop) - Put your ****ing hands in the air!
(Obie) - *****!

[Chorus] -2X

[Outro - Obie talking] (*echo*)
Yeah, all my of life
Only my momma know
Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and it's crazy, ************s

Written by: Obie Trice, Fredrick Farid Nassar, Marshall B. Iii Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto, Christopher Wallace, Rudolph Bernard Isley, Ronald Isley, Ernest Isley, Marvin Isley, Ou0027kelly Jr. Isley, Chris Jasper
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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