(featuring Olivia & Stat Quo)
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[Obie Trice]
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Obie Trice, nigga! Stat Quo! Welcome to Shady my nigga!
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Congratulations, another nigga out the hood!
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I'll vouch for ya, lets go, nigga!
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[Hook: Stat Quo] + (Obie Trice)
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This is for my bitches and my dogs
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gettin' cheddar fuck the law
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Stay on ya feet and never crawl
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STAY BOUT IT!
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(This is for my niggaz and my hoes)
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(keep ya head up fuck ya foes)
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(get ya bread up to ya nose)
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(Over Corwd It)
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[Verse 1-Obie Trice]
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My name is O and to the B-I-E
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Trife life, entety
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envy me, injuries
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niggaz who pretend to be
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gangs-tah, nigga you's a fake-ah
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gettin' money maj-ah, nigga you can hate if it's ya nate-ch-ah (nature)
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never stop gettin' paper though
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all that 'cho, just waitin' on a ho
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gotta raise cocoa, put her in grade-A schools where asians go
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amazing, two years retro, and in a vacant home where the aafes sold
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now a nigga's on the road, sellin' out major shows, hate me hos
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never would have fathomed that
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big lipped nigga from school Craft
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have access to the masses
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now they sweatin' them backstage passes
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try to give a nigga ass, cause I roll with a gangsa style
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where was you at when I was on the ave, tryin' to get cash up/ (BIATCH!)
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[Hook]
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[Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing]
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I am so alive! [Obie Trice-Gotta get that money man, and ain't a thang funny man]
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I am so high! [Obie Trice-You rollin' up that skunk, i'm off that crunk juice, punk]
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and I spy I feel so alive [Obie Trice-Shit, I gotta get that money man, and ain't a thang funny man]
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and I am so high [Obie Trice-Liven up, then hit that ATL on'em]
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[Verse 2-Stat Quo]
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S-T-A-T-Q-U-O
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with the awkward flow from the AT, do
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wrist 'fo too cold, he swole, he roll, fo' sho' he gettin' plenty hos
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ridin' fled, by my grip
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GMM, that's my clique
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fresh fit, new kicks
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i'm the shit, might see me wit
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yo bitch, on the strip
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super slick, hate on me eat a dick
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born to get plenty chips
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is he rich, damn right, every day
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every night, motherfuckers can't see me, bibi
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I made this look so easy
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signed with E & D the recipe, how can you not love it
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tipsy off that hennesy, and other types of bubbly
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[Hook]
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[Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing]
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[Verse 3-Obie Trice]
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Obie keep a couple hoes, tokin' on that okie-do
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dick up in they ass so them hoes know they gotta smoke
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they know O, ain't for jokes, thats fo' sho
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so they try to hold on, as long as possible like a rodeo
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I mean that that dick do so much damage
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that Obie's not that average, so you gotta pardon me, i'm so savage
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gotta lot of bitches wantin' marrage
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what bitch who? horse in a carrage
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no bitch thats not obie's status
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gotta know my apparatus
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pimp, no food stamps, no pampers, no lips
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strictly prophalactics inside these oversized mag-anums
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when i'm dickin' down these actresses then
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cut'em like John Singleton, in a matress askin' him when they seein' him again
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[Hook]
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[Mini Hook] [Olivia Singing]
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[Obie Trice-Liven Up To Get'em (echoed)]
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Stay Bout It
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Obie Trice |