Mr. Trice lyrics

by

Obie Trice


[Hook]
Yea
This is the Coon
I'm with my man Mr. Trice
Def entertainment bout to take over this sh*t
Is yall mutha f*ckers ready
Once again, is yall mutha f*ckers ready.. yea.. yea

[Verse One]
Mr. Trice, One in a Mil.. f*ck it I'm one in a bill..
f*ck it I'm one in a zill yo
This specimen is rare
A big lip n*gga with an ice-cold stare
I cripple infinitely yall dare
Any n*gga with steel balls to try to front over here
You get done over here
Leaving n*ggas touch more than a LD off a blunt over here
Cake n*ggas be the best eating
And since I got a sweet tooth I digest weaklings
Mr. Trice been caged for a minute
I hit the stage for a minute mutha f*ckers turn timid
It's the T-R-I-C-E can you feel that sh*t

[Hook]
Is you mutha f*ckers ready
Can you feel it?
Can you feel that sh*t?
Napp entertainment in the house
We representing for the 99.. . the new millennium
All that sh*t
Mutha f*cker
How you love dat .. playboy
How you love dat
How you love dat sh*t
[Verse Two]
Mr. Trice Bodacious with flow
And barbaric in the way I let you n*ggas know
If blunt too much I still get frank
And if frank scantlis
Wait and see what bold think
We act off instinct nuttin more
Same goes for my di*k with a dusty hor
I represent gore
Same reason all that red sh*ts on the f*ckin floor
n*gga what you hear for?
You don't want to see me when I'm angry
Too many of yall cats take Mr. Trice too plainly
A Plague disease infested
And I spread it all across your lyrical testaments.. Peasants

[Hook]
You peasant n*ggas ain't ready
Mutha f*cker yall peasant mutha f*ckers ain't ready
This was another Moss Production
We live at Napp Entertainment for the new Millennium
Blowin mutha f*ckers out the water
Representing from the Mo Town

[Verse Three]
Mr. Trice on this rap sh*t I got it made
Its nuttin for me to find a spot in rap page
Disperse rep with body parts across stage
The big question is "Obie what's your age?"
Just cause I'm a young n*gga
Don't mean you can't get hung n*gga
Or stung by a gun trigger
I be amongst viscous figures
Who hear nuttin
Just foot steps when you runnin
Mr. Trice's stunning actious staff
They got out of line I had to axe their ass
Exlax their ass
Italy sh*tted on it selves when
Mr. Trice brought the f*ckin wrath
[Hook]
Hey yo he just brought the mutha f*ckin wrath
Napp Entertainment putting their foot up in n*gga's ass
You n*ggas ain't ready for that hot sh*t
We be droppin for the millennium
MOSS
Napp Entertainment
Mr. Trice
Executive Producer.. Mr. Wilson
Mutha f*cker this was the Coon
Opposite of other n*ggas
I don't give a f*ck
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