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OBIE TRICE lyrics

Cheers

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(Talking) Yea We ain't here to mourn We here to celebrate So this one is for all my dawgs that didn't make it in this struggle man Verse 1: Is remember when I was on the ave clutching them dimes, Gut touchin my spine, Bustin my rhymes, Feelin like im livin in them lost times, No sight of the future, Damn right I'll shoot ya, Palm tight on a rooster, Old in the face cause this hoe on my case, Got my growth at a fast pace, Old folks like “Oh, oh he's a bad case, He won't last this track record will do da math' Crack solicitation on the avenue, Its not new to you listeners but this is true, Listen up, I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else, I might as well give this up, Feel me now, From rocks to pow pows, Glocks to pow-da, I dun did it all so I clutch my balls, And notice they still here so Obie is still here, So Kobie, this ta you and daddy's new career Hook: So Grab ya cups of (Beer) And Put em up let's (Cheer) Here's a toast ta all my soldier's who ain't here This is it my niggas This what we boast about Get ya bottles homie post em out Now grab ya cups of (Gin) Put em up let's (Win) Here's a toast to never lookin back again This is it my niggas This what we boast about Get ya bottles homie post em out Verse 2: Now I understand every man got a story to tell, But fuck it I got a story as well, Growin up where us niggas either bury the gel, Popped by Dirty Harry or popped by the cops for the yayo, Locked in a cell, Whos ta blame when I was raised in this hood wit my crew in slain, Only a few remains, Ya'll talk about struggle, With yo bubble gum lifestyles, Nigga fuck you, I'm hear taday for Fam passed away, Bodies deep 6 nigga, Flesh decayed, Real kats who had text to spray, Babies to raised, Missed them cradles went straight to the grave, That hood life is emmy, So I sip the remmy while my pockets scream gimme, Lend me ya ear, I guarantee ya'll feelin me, Straight from tha block to tha industry C'mon! Hook: So Grab ya cups of (Beer) And Put em up let's (Cheer) Here's a toast ta all my soldier's who ain't here This is it my niggas This what we boast about Get ya bottles homie post em out Now grab ya cups of (Gin) Put em up let's (Win) Here's a toast to never lookin back again This is it my niggas This what we boast about Get ya bottles homie post em out

Wanksta (Remix)

50 CENT "Get Rich Or Die Tryin'"
(feat. Flipmode Squad) [Intro: Busta Rhymes] Yeah.. it's a problem, Flipmode nigga We on the highest temperature level of the fucking pressure cooker Blowing niggas tops, what Flipmode up in this bitch, The Rulership Movement nigga Check it, let me talk, check it, check it [Busta Rhymes] There's only one God sonny, and there ain't no replacement And anybody thinkin different jus get locked in the basement You know we had to touch the beat cuz the track is dope, nigga And throw some bullet's at you the size of cantaloupes, nigga A lotta niggas rollin around like they can't get touched Even the pope know to stay in bullet proof Benz trucks Flipmode up in this bitch, ya niggas know we on fire We hang niggas like old sneakers from telephone wires [Rampage] Puerto Rican mami's call me Papi Cuz they see me in the hood, poppin wheelies on my Kawasaki Yo they can't stop me, Ramp yo, I'm kinda cocky I'll break your fucking ribs like I'm playing ice hockey Bigger than life, extort the game, critically acclaimed Smack you in your face with my chain Now I'm ready to go to war like Saddam Hussein Everybody in the industry know my squad's name [Chorus 1: Busta Rhymes] Yo we jus an idiot, and we here to merge somethin You know what chu dealing with, you know we here to hurt somethin So stop with the stupid shit, cuz it ain't even worth frontin Hope you know that you could really end up in the earth cuzin [50 Cent] We do this all the time, right now we on the grind So hurry up and cop and go selling nicks and dimes Shorty she's so fine, I gotta make her mine A ass like dat gotta be one of a kind I crush 'em every time, punch 'em with every line I'm fuckin with they mind, I make 'em press rewind They know they can't shine if I'm around the rhyme Been on parole since ninety four cuz I commit the crime I say you on my line, I did it three ta nine If D's ran up in my crib, you know who droppin dimes [Chorus 2: 50 Cent] You say you a gangsta but you neva pop nuttin We say you a wanksta and you need to stop frontin You go to the dealership but you neva cop nuttin You been hustlin a long time and you ain't got nuttin [Baby Sham] I know your man, he says that you the bitch stuntin You don't know how the gun cock to reach somethin Yeah, I see ya face in ya grill But it's your conscience itchin to tell you the squad love a mil Like a forest field, we hunt ta god, it's surreal Flipmode, cop boy, get your weight up for real, get at 'em [Chorus 1] [Chorus 2] [50 Cent] Damn homie, in highschool you was the man, homie What the fuck happened to you I got the sickest vendetta, when it come to the chedda Nigga you play wit my paper, you gon meet my berretta Now shorty think I'ma sweat her, sippin on amoretta I'm hit once than deada, I know I can do betta She look good but I know she after my chedda She tryna get in my pockets homie and I ain't gon let her Be easy, start some bullshit ya get your whole crew wet We in the club doin the same ol' two step Guerrilla Unit cuz, they say we bugged out Cuz we don't go nowhere without toast, we thugged out [Chorus 2 - repeat 2x] [50 Cent] Ah ha!

Bad Guy

JUVENILE "Rejuvenation"
Call me Duby Montana, Don Corleone, When all the shit ain't going right, I'm who they're calling on And you may hustle like I do, but shit, I'm fast with it All the money you have it I'm a wipe my ass with it I'm quite as good as fuck, I have the grant to it You ain't able, but your momma had to sign for it. I got a lot of flavor, the one I'm sizing up Juven deliver and sometimes feel like tisa hot. Blood shed when is a problem with them down the size My niggas enter in your houses like the power lines I'm good, homie, I put my father on it My pain while I get hot they're getting the water on it I'm the bad guy, everything and all black And you ain't gotta say, bitch, I think I'm all it I'm too gee, man, I gotta get two keys You want me to show off for the show as they call the two keys. So say hello to the bad guy, I'm a better nigga but I'm still a mad fly. They say I'm ruthless, I'm just trying to stay alive. So when you see me say hello to the bad guy I'm the bad guy, homie, I'm the bad guy So when you see me say hello to the bad guy I'm the bad guy, nigga, I'm the bad guy, So when you see me say hello to the bad guy. I'm the bad guy, the one they always blame it on I'm tired to work these other niggas ballet hanging on My credit cards are master p, ain't no limit to 'em I've car bushing and I put it, quit the finish to 'em I love beef shit, I eat it with my baked potato Live by the gorge and keep the gee, is gonna be greater later Juvenile needle, I'm a real goodie I'm hard born, but I'm calling a Portalbelle pussy. I don't play that, me and my road dogs Get 'em up in as I chop the tip of your nose off I'm real about the money, nigga, no flaws Mercedes cooper, my speakers' knocking my doors off. So say hello to the bad guy, I'm a better nigga but I'm still a mad fly. They say I'm ruthless, I'm just trying to stay alive. So when you see me say hello to the bad guy I'm the bad guy, homie, I'm the bad guy So when you see me say hello to the bad guy I'm the bad guy, nigga, I'm the bad guy, So when you see me say hello to the bad guy. You want a television ship, but you're a fall guy Back to the top 'cause it ain't hard, These niggas' fake up in a motherfucker, swear to God I'm hating and I'm here to see you motherfucker starve Bitches know who you is, you don't wanna set the charge. You gonna inspect my pants, you know how I wanna this I'm a looking on a biscuit on that money train, that is a thing. They say I'm jail break, that even make a case Niggas be talking about prison like that's a better place Nobody with me anymore, I'm a forgotten homie They're only riding on me, feel like they flying on me. So say hello to the bad guy, I'm a better nigga but I'm still a mad fly. They say I'm ruthless, I'm just trying to stay alive. So when you see me say hello to the bad guy I'm the bad guy, homie, I'm the bad guy So when you see me say hello to the bad guy I'm the bad guy, nigga, I'm the bad guy, So when you see me say hello to the bad guy.

Heavy

J. COLE "Any Given Sunday #5"
Mo' liquor when we ride, toast niggas we alive Gold diggers look inside, I ain't in the back Me I'm in the front seat, driving like I'm one deep If you wanna come see, you know where I'm at Go getters on the rise, toast niggas we arrived Old niggas step aside, ain't no coming back Big things on my mind, switch lanes and recline Get brains from a dime, How u love that? [Verse 1] Alone in my zone, tell me don't it sound stunning Been fucked the world but she just now cummin' If I ever fell off I would hit the ground runnin' I ain't never been the one for fourth down puntin' Aiming at a couple heads, bitch I'm crown huntin' Red dots cause a nigga dread locks So I lock pick just to lock shit back I want Money, Power, Respect since the Lox said that Better stay up on your toes, this is not tic tac Yet, I'm a breath of fresh air, you can place your bets here Ballin' like a Laker you should pray for next year Cause I'm repeating and I'm three-peatin' And I'm knee deep in the game its quick sand and I keep sinkin' The label heat seekin', nigga ain't sign me, what the fuck was he thinkin' They say I killed the game, that was only pre-season I'm heavy Lil nigga I'm heavy I'm so heavy, I'm feeling heavy Carolina I'm heavy In New York I'm heavy Out in LA I'm heavy I'm so heavy We got more liquor when we ride, toast niggas we alive Gold diggers look inside, I ain't in the back Me I'm in the front seat, driving like I'm one deep If you wanna come see, you know where I'm at Go getters on the rise, toast niggas we arrived Old niggas step aside, ain't no coming back Big things on my mind, switch lanes and recline Do you love that? [Verse 2] No album to my name and I'm already hot, you can say I'm pre-heated If money talks, mine telling your's "be seated" Cut my leg off I wouldn't be defeated Illest nigga in the game bitch and you can retweet it Email the shit make sure you CC it For these fuck niggas who don't wanna believe it I be in the airport damn near bare foot Security hollin' out, Cole we need it Getting high as fuck and I don't even be weeded No point drinkin' I can't even be faded Real recognise real like they related You ain't no fucking G boy, your style G-Rated Hatred is flattery I'm glad to be hated fuckin' bad bitches that would rather be dated Carolina niggas just glad that he made it My money was running late now, now it's happy belated I'm heavy, nigga I'm heavy I'm so heavy, I'm feeling heavy Lil nigga in New York I'm heavy Queens, I'm feeling heavy Fayettenam nigga I'm so heavy I'm feeling heavy Lil nigga I'm heavy

Introduction

AB-SOUL "Long Term"
Long term is defined as: To mature over or after a relatively long period of time To earn capital gain derived from the sale or exchange of an asset held for a specified time (This is Long Term) Long term is defined as: To earn capital gain To mature over or after a relatively long period of time Long term I know it's short notice But this is Long Term Don't make the wrong turn You're all trapped in my circle of doom Be aware, success'll be circling through I puff a square for my niggas who ain't here To see me unbelievably make the unbelievable believe in me Yeah, that's what I do times 2000 more than you In 2000 I was cool In '01 I had fun In '02 I recorded my first song, and I was sprung In '03 I was deep In '04 I had flow In '05 I signed to Street Beef for no dough In '06 I met Punchline, damn I thank Punchline He saw more in my music than metaphors and punchlines '07 dude Dawg told me I was family And now it's '08, Long Term, bon appetite [Hook:] This is Long Term I hope you love it cause I'm thinking long term I came, I saw, and conquered And it's an honor To share this with you, wait no longer Mother fucker this is Long Term Shout out to Top Notch, cause they gon' ride for me That special pinhead who stay by my side, homie Prospect holding a spot in the sky for me That's on my life, real niggas never die, homie Now all eyes on me, I see you niggas watching Hoping that Soul sell out like a fucking auction I'm in the laboratory working on a concoction I ain't rapping, I'm a chemical reaction To you niggas slackin' Like suit bottoms, yo what's happening? I'm back again, dope shop open like a cabinet Chauffeurs could get arrested for trafficking me Like I'm wrapped in vaseline and go for 18 5 a key At 18 I was a G, sneaking in clubs Breaking down dubs and the whole hood showed love Never thought I would make it this far in this game Now every bar is insane, but not the Long Beach game And I don't need a big chain or Escalade on 6s Cause I can roll with Juice and take all of your bitches And you ain't never seen a top dog so vicious I'm a star, right? Women hand me they wish-list My reign is endless You would need an umbrella that lasts forever to witness My lyrical fitness My physical's eminent I know Caucasians that compare me to Eminem when he thought he was infinite But this ain't 8 Mile and I ain't rapping But ladies used to do me shady after math classes Black lip bastard with black glasses Bad habits backing up in the back of cab stratus ass magic I'm Jay, more graphic, uncensored So if your kids have it homie, it's promotional use only And after this you owe me, like the letter after N my friend I present Long Term, let's begin This is Long Term

Retaliation

ICE-T "The Seventh Deadly Sin"
[Intro: Ice-T] Every year the same shit happens More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens to you just can't turn the other fuckin' cheek Gotta get back for your dead niggas Yeah I'm caught up to [Ice-T] Sometimes I sit and wonder how many motherfuckers gonna die this summer Gunshots from the hummer Now the sawed-off riot pumps lead across your beds They said: 'Mama, less you wouldn't strike back' mack ten, eleven, twelve, hit us and then puts us to hell They started it, there's no way to mend it, we'll end it My crew'll hit the matresses, G.O.D. Father style - all prepared to get buckwild Half my niggas ball, other half ain't got it all They stay up at nights waitin' on a combat call Drinkin' hard liquor, smokin' mad loop and shit So high, sometimes I even gotta load they clips I ain't mad at them though, they dumps the ammo in you, suspend you in here, hell yeah It's the time that the real niggas live for retaliation Move on 'em, show, improve on 'em All you punk bitches just stand back and watch Me, I'm oilin' up the Heckler & Gotch I gots no love, for them busters, who put the work in I can still see my fuckin' boys' body jerkin' I ran over to him, put my hand on his chest Hole like an apple in the side of his neck His eyes glanced up, his body jerked once more There's nothin' else to do but to go to war Slide the hollow-tips in the chrome four-four Roll down the windows, hang the heat out the door Catch all the fuckin' bodies that I can tonight Double-back on your bitch crew, broad daylight [Chorus: Ice-T] There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend If I said 'peace', I'll be a motherfuckin' liar ('I'm lettin' off until my arms tired' - [cut and scratched]) Retaliation [Ice-T] Been packin' straps so long I gots some permanent bruise in my leg Better that than dead Now it's time to show you what I'm trained for in this Rally up the wolfpack-attack relentless Make ya understand it was the wrong crew ya fuck with Now it's on bitches, guys are darker than shit You musta not a known when you fuckin' hit that day Or maybe you di, you're dyin' anyway And not just you, some of your family To tell you the truth any fuckin' body we see You might just wanna turn yourself into me To save your hood pain of my crews' treachery You fucked up, we know who you are, where ya live We got your place ran up to a cop on the tick We'll hit your block so hard, you'll swear it was an earthquake Squeeze off the fully-auto, make your whole crib shake I know you're breathin' hard, livin' on your last day Or maybe, you're laughin', thinkin' that you got away I don't give a fuck, I won't sleep Till one of us lays me and my nigga That's the fear of these triggers If ya smart, ya probably make a break out of state We'll just snatch your kid, grab your fuckin' bitch and wait I'll catch ya down South, lay your ass out straight There's no where to run, it's time to meet your make You got one chance, arm your whole damn crew I couldn't stop my fuckin' niggas if I wanted to [Chorus: Ice-T] There's no innocence allowed in these ghetto streets Grab your guns, buck 'em off, when ya hit your leak Tell me what would you do if they killed your best friend Could you keep your cool, would the wounds mend If I said 'peace', I'll be a motherfuckin' liar ('I'm lettin' off until my arms tired' - [cut and scratched]) Retaliation ('Lettin' off until my arms tired' - [cut and scratched])

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