Obie Trice feat. Deuce Wonder Roughnecks 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
  • [Intro]
    MoSS Productions
    Obie Trice...
    Ha ha, yeah!

    [Verse 1: Obie Trice]
    Rap is a necessity, so God don't question me
    About how long I been doin this shit here
    I spark like a flare, and tear through a stank bitch underwear
    When my testosterone's in full gear
    I'm rugged - and when the music bump out
    I call niggas out, that's how I club it
    Shit, you dug it, yo' punk ass got retarded
    Cause the moment my music bump your pussy ass farted
    Ha! That's how hard I hit
    Call it collision effect to make you player haters sick
    Obie Trice truly is ridiculous with lyrics
    I know you wanna drive my style but talk stiddicks
    New millenium nigga, bringin mayhem
    My slave rap is for real, games I never played 'em
    I'll stab him in the abdomen
    And leave him gaspin for air like asthma really attacked him
    I'll leave you paralyzed with no more action, or verb
    I know Obie get on your nerves
    I'm like a nigga tryin to stay at your spot, without a job
    Or a gang of thugs beatin on your head by the mob
    Run that sob[?] but no more heartthrob
    You're stiff like a carcass full of maggots and shit
    Layin on the corner
    I leave bodies more rotted than John Jr.'s body at the motherfuckin coroner
    Your face mutilated, legs decapitated
    From foul fuckin your dick, your dick disintegrated
    Burnt niggas never learned nigga
    It's Obie Trice - now say nice!

    [Chorus: Deuce Wonder]
    My veins pump purple rain
    My pores sweat liquid cocaine
    My eyes are dry, dry, dry..
    My spirit's maaade in proof
    My body craaaves that juice
    My mind is high, high, high..
    You on the wrong side of these drums

    [Verse 2: Obie Trice]
    I intensify your high
    Bump me through your systems and watch blood trickle out your eye
    I make you feel like you meltin, or seein the devil, in 3-D
    Only it's Obie on CD
    Mr. Trice unfamiliar?
    But I'm the same nigga that killed ya - go read ya poem
    I hit harder than them Hiroshima type bombs
    Relocate arms - no more wri-ting
    Obie Trice be live for the night
    And any nigga try to take that, threatens my excitement
    And yo, that's when I get violent
    And create with your blood like the red violin
    Yeah, I bet you'll be silent then
    O. Trice rock harder than infinite horny men
    Tipsy off gin, that's when I begin to sin
    Even if I lose no one wins
    I'm an ex-convict escaped from hell
    Returned, to take the world over as well
    MC's rather me be in the cell
    Rather than seein me up the block hoppin out a drop-top 12


    [Verse 3: Obie Trice]
    I come strapped, with a pack of gats
    That'll eliminate you, and that flat you stay at
    Nosy neighbors
    I break out the arsenic arsenal and firebomb your block for acres
    Who would've thought? Me!
    Obie Trice, the destruction of a fake wannabe
    You claim you're hardcore when you're soft as you wanna be
    That type of shit gets you lost unfortunately
    Your mother miss ya, she thinks she ain't shit
    "Oh I ain't raised him right! Oh I'm such a bitch!"
    Shit change, when the bullet meets the brain
    Leave a ugly first impression
    And leave a dirty mess on your girlfriend's dress
    And he wouldn't give a fuck, how loud the bitch screamin
    Call him a demon, I call him a slug
    Not a thug but a slug that'll rip through a thug's mug


    New millenium shit

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