Oh!

[Verse 1: 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 was given

From a mane who ain't give a fuck about his child—ren

I proclaim the name, though

Never in vain, no, watch the change grow

A young nigga who done gained from fame, copped the Range Ro'

Now they want my brains on the main road

But they don't understand what I came for

How I came forth with a million sold

Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold?

Get money like Ross Perot

I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go

"Oh, that's the road 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 Sunoco

Show me that you're loco, put holes in my photo

Nope! Ob'

Hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo

Just cause 'O' a thug, roll solo

Impose on grown folk, be a cold negro

Be-low, your grieved up people

Believe that the boy see no evil

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

OHH! I had you yellin' out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle

OHH! Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin' they Bible

OHH! See you get down like other niggas repeatin' the dirty cycle

OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin' me become a psycho

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]

I visualized it, O. Trice at 25 survived it

Bright but violent, invite the violence

Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant

'Til these niggas nights is silent

O. Trice from a trife environment

He 'Roc's the Mic' no sight of retirin'

Maybe when the bank account's like Leviathan

I'm in position to hire other clients then

Meanwhile, I'm a virus like Iverson

A nigga crossover, Europeans admirin'

And the soldier's retirin', I ain't buyin'

Motherfuckers actin like you denyin' them

Who tryin' a nigga, who view's bias

I figure your crew tired, my trigger introduces violence

Produce them sirens, you in the 'spital, orange juice and vitamins

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

OHH! I had you yellin' out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle

OHH! Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin' they Bible

OHH! See you get down like other niggas repeatin' the dirty cycle

OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin' me become a psycho

[Verse 3: Obie Trice]

A derelict who inherited hustle

My heritage married the street struggle

Like a couple of a great unk's ago (yeah)

So this blood streams through my nuts

Seems like I wasn't in touch

When the teacher had spoke (nope)

Naw I was just a preacher in oath

Sit on the bleachers and flip coke

The only reachin' got through my dome

Niggas gaffle so the gat'll be chrome

Pulled the winnin' raffle so I scramble with a track and the foams (woo)

Fuck a act and a clone, this is actual happening's that's factual back in my home

This is rap, but I ain't rappin' so you clap in the zone

Think you're trapped in the act, for the sake of performin' (nigga)

This is your warnin', run up on them wrong

And your tissue is burning a hundred degrees warm (*Blaap*)

O. Treezy's gone, my nigga Bus bring the hook back here for 'em

C'mon

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]

OHH! I had you yellin' out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle

OHH! Too late for niggas to get religious and start readin' they Bible

OHH! See you get down like other niggas repeatin' the dirty cycle

OHH! See you should make peace instead of makin' me become a psycho