Same sh*t lyrics

[Intro: Obie Trice]
Yeah
It's BME
I got my young n*gga with me,Young Zee
We in Haiti,to New York
Real n*ggas only f*ck with Detroit
Ya know
We ain't no different from the next motherf*cker
You know a n*gga be gettin' this money man
We on the same sh*t

[Chorus: Obie Trice & Young Zeether]
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
Cause these n*ggas think they f*cking hoes
(Cause these n*ggas think they f*cking hoes)
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
f*ck'em with no rubbers on
(Yeah f*ck'em with no rubbers on)
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
f*ck'em then we send'em home
(Yeah I f*ck'em and I send'em home)
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
All my n*ggas on
(Yeah all my n*ggas on)
[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
Obie back
Call'em all to my scrotum sack
She know a n*gga be holdin' stacks
Rollin' in that Cadillac
I pull up
She blow the gat
Why her n*gga be so upset?
I'm cold as sh*t
???
Ho ass n*ggas should know
Ho ain't celibate
Sell a b*tch
Punk ass n*ggas irrelevant
You been home
She been gone
These n*ggas so delicate
He belly hit
Womb beater
She never squirted
New skeeter
Need me, cause you beat her
Now she overseas,new visa

[Chorus: Obie Trice & Young Zeether]
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
Cause these n*ggas think they f*cking hoes
(Cause these n*ggas think they f*cking hoes)
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
f*ck'em with no rubbers on
(Yeah f*ck'em with no rubbers on)
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
f*ck'em then we send'em home
(Yeah I f*ck'em and I send'em home)
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
All my n*ggas on
(Yeah all my n*ggas on)
[Verse 2: Young Zeether]
Spittin' off the loud
I'm going off that liquor
I'm down, I'm so ready girl to f*ck ya
Look, I ain't got no rubbers
But she ain't got no problems
Bet I can hit that pus*y man and make that ho swallow
Got my di*k all in her mouth
While I'm sipping on that bottle
If a man gotta a problem,best believe I'll bust them hallows
She got a fat pus*y,that long hair
And that cute face
Girl you the sh*t
You got a fat pus*y,that long hair
And that cute face
Girl you the sh*t

[Chorus: Obie Trice & Young Zeether]
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
Cause these n*ggas think they f*cking hoes
(Cause these n*ggas think they f*cking hoes)
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
f*ck'em with no rubbers on
(Yeah f*ck'em with no rubbers on)
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
f*ck'em then we send'em home
(Yeah I f*ck'em and I send'em home)
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
All my n*ggas on
(Yeah all my n*ggas on)
[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
Baby
We nasty
If I took a look at what her status be
I bought her paper gradually
Let her suck the di*k of a majesty
Put her back on that taxi
Send her home and then after I enjoyed the sex
But I told her no life after
Its BME
We do big's business
Ride around in that hard body
We seize b*tches
Lil Kims on their knees whiches yo snitches
You get squeezed n*ggas

[Bridge: Young Zeether]
(Young Zeether speaking Haitian)

[Chorus: Obie Trice & Young Zeether]
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
Cause these n*ggas think they f*cking hoes
(Cause these n*ggas think they f*cking hoes)
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
f*ck'em with no rubbers on
(Yeah f*ck'em with no rubbers on)
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
f*ck'em then we send'em home
(Yeah I f*ck'em and I send'em home)
We be on that same sh*t
(Yeah we be on that same sh*t)
All my n*ggas on
(Yeah all my n*ggas on)