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Obie Trice (Eminem) {Akon} [Intro]:
{Convict} (Yeah, SHADY) {Convict Music} (Guess who's back) Still here, haters {Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah} Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? {Take 'em on back to the streets} Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah Obie Trice [Verse 1]: It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say he lay it down for the boy Brought game squad around ours How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws Only foniness never came to par He had us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-Ray's Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho No ex and oh's, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah Obie Trice [Verse 2]: We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's Recondences when we peep enemies on us Been on these corners, sellin like anything on us Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China We gon' keep the grind up til death come find us Meanwhile leanin in them European whips reclined up It's an eye for an eye for the riders We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder Who woulda known he would fold and cower Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds So no exs and ohs, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah Obie Trice [Verse 3]: Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full So he move to a rural area to keep cool He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually No penitentary, there will be no climacy You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century These cats is rats now, the streets need decon That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em Stop snitchin, you asked for the life your living This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden So it's no exs and ohs, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah |
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"Crrrry"
Giant face nigga (giant face nigga) Get it together (get it togheter) I ain't goin nowhere (nowhere) O. Trice (O. Trice) [Verse 1] Niggaz wanna kill me, till a nigga stoned Wanna peel my cap back, see a nigga gon' All because I rap actual facts on a song It's no fabrication, what's wrong (what's wrong) Slum cracked to the day come (day come) But they don't wanna gimme that, say he fakin (fakin) Schoolcraft is the makin (makin) But God forsake 'em, they hate I'm great Conservin them weight, to the Top 8 at 8 You whether see him wait, momma hypervenalate Tuckin her son underneath the state (Michigan) Hip-Hop's my fate, since cassette tapes I've been braced what you know of, as this niggaz culture Put it in a chokehold, spoke as a soldier (soldier) Yea he provoke him, to pull up out his holster Leave you wit a visible ulcer, oggle and off ya Niggaz ought to when he lyrically off us All cause he salty, I'm rollin like a boss I don't follow nigga's course, I'm akward My choice, Rock City is my voice The White Boy stepped down, so I will accept the crown Exceptional however, never let ya down Found my new niche, no more bricks So I'm pitchin 16's, verbally bitch [Chorus] "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now [Verse 2] Cry all you wanna, numero uno stunna Then snuck up on ya, Lord what has become of us The Boy hold the "D" down, like none other Up comin since slums, can't knock them mothafuckas So we, take shots at 'em, try to snuff 'em Whether see 'em suffer, then become one up on us Round the globe, promotin us hustlas The white boy's cool, but refuse they brothers So we, cock the tools, and shoot our own color This ain't Detroit Red, you won't +X+ me out +Malcolm+ I exit this, whenever be from a violent outcome I turn Exorcist on niggaz wit extra clips Exit on my ethics, is no longer present X-rays show, I was this close to Heaven So for future reference, I stay this close to a weapon {*click-clack*} Who you testin, never said I was the best, never stressin Don't make me get in my zone, I will own that whole note (fa sho') Metaphorically, for where I roam on chrome yo (fa sho') Detroit for niggaz that's slow, it's the O I was birth wit Jehovah's hand on my soul [Chorus] "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now [Verse 3] Can't explain the gift; but my aim is to take What the streets gave my brain and spit And I ain't evaporate, I will remain the shit So ya lames that got a problem wit the game - tough tit He still in the same Range, windows fixed And I'm killin 'em come a-gain, that's as real as it gets Off ya, tryna make me depart ya, from my thought-a Coffin's for you, and the nigga that brought ya The hatin start in ya, release from our father The people at the alter, saying ya better off You don't wanna see a demon, come out of a humen being Recent being the sience, and to him it's too extreme Catch me in the BM, like Tupac and them Or in that Tahoe like Christopher - NO Poppa gon' keep poppin Cris on you hoes And piss on those, who exist as my foes O rolls through shit, spittin cold flows Knows his business, I'll be missed if I go Who you know holdin the city on his shoulders Flow is ferocious, it's O shit, true vocalist - BITCH! [Chorus] "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Cry now "Crrrrrry now" Nigga cry now [Outro] "Crrrrrry now" {*to fade*} |
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Obie Trice (Eminem) {Akon} [Intro]:
{Convict} (Yeah, SHADY) {Convict Music} (Guess who's back) Still here, haters {Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah} Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? {Take 'em on back to the streets} Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah Obie Trice [Verse 1]: It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say he lay it down for the boy Brought game squad around ours How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws Only foniness never came to par He had us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-Ray's Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho No ex and oh's, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah Obie Trice [Verse 2]: We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's Recondences when we peep enemies on us Been on these corners, sellin like anything on us Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China We gon' keep the grind up til death come find us Meanwhile leanin in them European whips reclined up It's an eye for an eye for the riders We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder Who woulda known he would fold and cower Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds So no exs and ohs, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah Obie Trice [Verse 3]: Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full So he move to a rural area to keep cool He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually No penitentary, there will be no climacy You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century These cats is rats now, the streets need decon That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em Stop snitchin, you asked for the life your living This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden So it's no exs and ohs, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah |
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