Follow My Life lyrics

by

D12


[Intro: Obie Trice]
Yeah! (*echo*), uh
Let y'all n*ggas know me
Yeah, (WOO!)

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a n*gga entered
Big lips, popped out placenta
Mom ain't breast feed, had no pop neither
Pop leaves sh*t but a name - Obie
Elementary, homie, that's how it started
In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart
f*ck n*ggas, claimin they hard, a n*gga come home touched
My motherf*ckin momma bangin me harder
"n*gga take your ass out there and fight them tomorrow"
That's what she told me, "little punk, blame that on your father"
So I had no choice, n*gga, pick up a brick
Split a motherf*cker's sh*t for tryin to f*ck with the kid
Get a little older, hair on my di*k, now I'm curious
n*ggas on the corner getting money, rockin jewelry
Allowance, n*gga, that ain't man sh*t
Cowards, n*gga, that ain't man sh*t
I had to prove to myself
How these n*ggas same age as me calculatin' this wealth
So I got me a clique and n*ggas what?
Workin one sixteenth, like "n*gga, we can clean up"
[Chorus: Obie Trice]
Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my motherf*ckin momma n*gga holds me down
And Lord knows all the sh*t that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you motherf*ckers
Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my motherf*ckin momma n*gga holds me down
And Lord knows all the sh*t that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you motherf*ckers

[Skit 1: Obie Trice]
Two for one, here, here take this, two for one
Quit switching di*ks, holla at me, see you f*ck with

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
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
f*ck 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 f*ck about the radar on me (*police sirens*)
Bumpin +Big Poppa+ n*gga who tryin me?
[Skit 2: Cop & Obie Trice]
(*Notorious B.I.G.'s "Big Poppa" plays in background*)
Get off the god damn truck!
f*ck you, yo I ain't did sh*t!
Put your f*cking hands in the air!
b*tch!

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my motherf*ckin momma n*gga holds me down
And Lord knows all the sh*t that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you motherf*ckers
Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my motherf*ckin momma n*gga holds me down
And Lord knows all the sh*t that I done put her through
I speak through her, straight to you motherf*ckers

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