paroles de chanson Oh! - Busta Rhymes , Obie Trice
Yeah!
Obie
Trice,
real
name
no
gimmicks
I
came
in
the
game,
profane
no
image
I
came
in
the
game
with
a
name
I′s
given
From
a
man
who
ain't
give
a
fuck
about
his
chit-len
I
proclaim
the
name
tho,
never
in
vain
no
Watch
the
change
grow
A
young
nigga
who
don′
gain
from
fame
Cop
the
Range
Rove
Now
they
want
my
brains
on
the
main
road
But
they
don't
understand
what
I
came
for
I
came
forth
with
a
million
sold
Who
said
you
can't
grow
from
mildew?
And
mold,
getting
money
like
Ross
Peroe
I′m
often
told,
a
coffin′s
the
route's
I
go
O
that′s
the
roads
you
on,
oh
no
I'm
down
for
the
rightful
tone
of
fo-fo
Don′t
ever
try
to
send
a
nigga
home.
(No,
no)
I
know
you
wanna
catch
me
at
Sinoko
Show
me
that
you're
loco,
put
holes
in
my
photo
Nope!
Obie!
Hold
toast
no
jokes
send
slugs
through
your
polo
Just
′cause
though
a
thug
roll
solo
Impose
on
grown
folks,
be
a
cold
Negro
Be
low,
you
grieved
up
people
Believe
that
the
boy
see
no
evil
Oh!
I
had
you
yellin'
out
when
I
backed
the
30-30
rifle
Oh!
To
late
for
niggaz
to
get
religious
and
start
reading
they
Bible
Oh!
See
you
can
yell
like
other
niggaz
repeating
the
dirty
cycle
Oh!
See
you
should
make
peace
instead
of
making
me
become
a
psycho
I
visualized
it
'O
Trice
at
twenty-five
survived
it
Pride
but
violent
Invite
the
violence,
fist
fighting
the
fireman
Be
a
tyrant,
′til
these
niggaz
nights
is
silent
′O
Trice
from
a
trife
environment
He
rocks
the
mic
no
sight
of
retiring
Maybe
when
the
bank
accounts
like
leviathan
I'm
in
position
to
hire
other
clients
(Bitch)
Mean
while
I′m
a
virus
like
Iverson
A
nigga
cross-over,
Europeans
and
Myaran
And
the
soldiers
retiring
I
ain't
buying
motherfuckers
acting
like
they
denying
him
Who
trying
a
nigga
whose
view′s
biased
I
figure
your
crews
tired
My
trigger
introduces
'Violence′
(Dudes
through
sirens)
You
want
to
spittle
Orange
Juice
and
Vitamins
Oh!
I
have
you
yellin'
out
when
I
bag
the
30-30
rifle
Oh!
To
late
for
niggaz
to
get
religious
and
start
reading
they
Bible
Oh!
See
you
can
yell
like
other
niggaz
repeating
the
dirty
cycle
Oh!
See
you
should
make
peace
instead
of
making
me
become
a
psycho
A
derelict
who
inherited
hustle
My
heritage
married
the
street
struggle
Like
a
couple
of
great
aunt's
ago
(Yeah)
So
this
blood
streams
through
my
nuts
Seems
like
I
wasn′t
in
touch
When
the
teacher
had
spoke
(No!)
Now
I
was
just
a
preacher
in
O
Seat
on
the
bleachers
and
flip
coke
The
only
reaching
that
got
threw
my
dome
Niggaz
gamble
so
they
get
outta
be
chrome
Pulled
the
winning
raffle
so
I
scramble
with
the
track
and
the
foams
Fuck
an
act
and
a
clone
This
is
actual
happenings
that′s
factual,
back
in
my
home
This
is
rap,
but
I
ain't
rapping
so
you
clap
in
the
"Zone"
Think
you′re
trapped
in
the
act
for
the
sake
of
performing
This
is
your
warning,
run
upon
them
wrong
And
your
tissue
was
burning
a
hundred
degrees
more!
O
trizzy
gone
My
nigga
bust
bring
the
hook
back
in
for
'em
(Come
On)
Oh!
I
had
you
yellin′
out
when
I
backed
a
30-30
rifle
Oh!
To
late
for
niggaz
to
get
religious
and
start
reading
they
Bible
Oh!
See
you
can
yell
like
other
niggaz
who
repeating
the
dirty
cycle
Oh!
See
you
should
make
peace
instead
of
making
me
become
a
psycho
![Obie Trice feat. Busta Rhymes - Cheers](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/i/_/t/l/jja1xilt_i.jpg)
1 The Setup
2 Outro (Obie Trice/ Cheers)
3 Got Some Teeth
4 Lady
5 Spread Yo Shit
6 We All Die One Day
7 Don't Come Down
8 Bad Bitch
9 Follow My Life
10 Look In My Eyes
11 Hands On You
12 Hoodrats
13 Oh!
14 Outro
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