(Obie Trice)
Yeah
Niggas got me
Ima get um
It aint over
(Chorus - Obie Trice)
U can catch me ina whip witta fifth of pimp juice
Den I'm poppin a clip about to fix this issue
U pray that I don't hit I aint equiped to miss u
U gonna need an ambulance to stich ya tissue
Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through
U seen us on a av aint just to get chu
But my penis is a mag when I lift it hits you
'cause I don't go nowhere w/out my pistol pistol
(Verse 1 - Obie Trice)
I solemly swear on my daughters tear
The nigga that got em in they head
Will fll it b4 the year ends
Hope they inconspicuous my friend
'cause once the word get back
Ya in a world of sin
Bullets will hurdle at him for tryin to murder
For what been determined as the first solo african
It gold platinum witta an accident happened at
For maggets I'm alive a vengence to get back
My momma's blood pressure was affected from that
My lil girl need her daddy on na phone at a certain time exact now
N nigga act wile n when na mac come out u nigga's exile
N I don't wann hear x y z I'm x'in out cha hole entity for tryna kill me
Filthy mutha f**kas I'll show you a real b when deez h t b's light up ya kidney's
I'm so sincere u'll see in a herce dis year it's not a verse it a curse
From births n what's on ya person over here dis is obie hear em' clear
Nigga's beware I'm commin at chu with fire arms n air
And ya purpose so supurfyalice how could I be mercyful
When merkin me's a mercinary's goal
Nigga I got paper I'll have yo ass urgently exposed no emergencies bring back ya soal
Slugs shatta ya bones for pat pat'n ya in the dome learn this patterin
N catch him at home he rome that when automatics spuratically catch him in da abdomen
N anotha dirty muthaf**ka's gone
(Chorus - Obie Trice)
U can catch me ina whip witta fifth of pimp juice
Den I'm poppin a clip about to fix this issue
U pray that I don't hit I aint equiped to miss u
U gonna need an ambulance to stich ya tissue
Or either have a bag on ya hip to shit through
U seen us on an av aint just to get chu
But my penis is a mag when I lift it hits you
'cause I don't go nowhere w/out my pistol pistol
(Eminem)
Obie trice c'mon
Second rounds on me
Robbin, shootin, killin, murda,
(oh shit run)
