Follow My Life

[Intro: Obie Trice] Yeah! (*echo*), uh Let y'all niggas know me Yeah, (WOO!) [Verse 1: Obie Trice] Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga entered Big lips, popped out placenta Mom ain't breast feed, had no pop neither Pop leaves shit but a name - Obie Elementary, homie, that's how it started In garbage, retarded, gainin that heart Fuck niggas, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched My motherfuckin momma bangin me harder "Nigga take your ass out there and fight them tomorrow" That's what she told me, "little punk, blame that on your father" So I had no choice, nigga, pick up a brick Split a motherfucker's shit for tryin to fuck with the kid Get a little older, hair on my dick, now I'm curious Niggas on the corner getting money, rockin jewelry Allowance, nigga, that ain't man shit Cowards, nigga, that ain't man shit I had to prove to myself How these niggas same age as me calculatin' this wealth So I got me a clique and niggas what? Workin one sixteenth, like "nigga, we can clean up" [Chorus: Obie Trice] Follow my life, homie from start 'til now Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers Follow my life, homie from start 'til now Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers [Skit 1: Obie Trice] Two for one, here, here take this, two for one Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fuck with [Verse 2: Obie Trice] Summer '94, I'm gettin a little dough Taller than my momma, so I'm listenin to her nose I'm listenin to them hoes scream "O!" And I'm listenin to them O's go CHOP! (*echo*) P-Funk, Joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime I call her auntie, she cop three at a time Throw a extra bump bringin cline I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losin my mind Fuck a steady job, I'm tryin I steady mob, I'm dyin in this game, I ain't lyin Sellin so much coke forgettin it's a crime Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes Give a fuck about the radar on me (*police sirens*) Bumpin +Big Poppa+ nigga who tryin me? [Skit 2: Cop & Obie Trice] (*Notorious B.I.G.'s "Big Poppa" plays in background*) Get off the god damn truck! Fuck you, yo I ain't did shit! Put your fucking hands in the air! Bitch! [Chorus: Obie Trice] Follow my life, homie from start 'til now Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers Follow my life, homie from start 'til now Only my motherfuckin momma nigga holds me down And Lord knows all the shit that I done put her through I speak through her, straight to you motherfuckers [Outro: Obie Trice] (*echo*) Yeah, all my of life Only my momma know Obie .. Obie Trice .. Shady and it's crazy, motherfuckers