Yo! lyrics

by

Jean Grae


[Obie Trice]
Yo, Obie Trice, yo
I'm with backdoor productions, no discussion
O Trice be the sound that's rushin your eardrums
Pump it up if you feeling em, this is hip hop pure adrenaline
I'm a winner, I step on the scene
Start to cipher, b*tches start to scream
c*ck back, n*ggas start to flee
Ain't nobody in this motherf*cker f*ckin' with me
I'm a dog, I walk what I talk
Detroit n*ggas see straight through your heart
n*ggas wanna bark, n*ggas get traced in chalk
By the law in the adam car with this rap I be at em all
I spit through the mic and n*ggas just scatter off
The boss before that b*tch rap that, these b*tch made
n*ggas get their sh*t pushed the f*ck back

[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
You know O Trice spit the hot sh*t that's the realest
Keep lacing dope tracks that's the illest
Hot joints for my raw ass n*ggas
That make motherf*ckers go yo

[Obie Trice]
Motherf*ckers ain't trying to see Mr. Trice
Yo I pump up the party, pump nut up in ya wife
Me and you, two different types
You wanna be hardcore while my sh*t's precise
I recite make n*ggas wanna blast on any punk ass n*gga in sight
My focus, to take n*ggas minds over
Somebody's murdered once my rhyme's over
I do this the regular way
A regular cat with an irregular verbal spray
You know my thoughts deep when it runs
A weirdo sleeping with mad guns
Who want some, you can have it, semi-automatic catch the trace around
You be lost and found
Chalked up with Obie Trice branded on ya ass n*gga what
[Chorus: Repeat 2x]
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