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Rap Name

Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks

Rap; I been in it ever since I was invented

That's 'cause a nigga live it

My records wield digits in history niggaz you be the witness

I got the white boys mad at me

'Cause Em, signed another black boy like he nigga happy

Caucasians, Marshall knows talent

Obie Trice a riot, that's why he's hired

I hit ya raves, balloons and E's

And bang all your European Pamela Lee's

Fuckin' aye, or how we say it round my way

"Fo sho", Trice gon' blow, then I'm off to them shows

I'm off across the globe, until my accounts all swoll

For young Kobe big things, act like ya know me

Not a soul can hold me, I'm here[Chorus]

That's why I ain't got no, ("rap name")

The name's ("Obie Trice")

("They see me on the streets they be like 'Yo he nice!'")

So I came to the game ("real name, no gimmicks")

Rap my living that's why I ain't got no, ("Rap Name")

The name's ("Obie Trice")

("They see me on the streets they be like 'Yo he nice!'")

So I came to the game ("real name, no gimmicks")

Rap my living that's why I ain't got noIt didn't take much - one hot single (bam!!)

Smiles and handshakes my man

The industry greeted me with open arms

With no type of flak 'cause O. Trice got that

Fugaze y'all rap, who gave y'all dat?

New wave of muzak that your all lovin'

Got your broads on my balls huggin'

Even my next-of-kin's famous (Obie's your cousin?!)

Please believe it, I'm as "Down to Earth" as Chris Rock

Gettin hit by trucks, starin' at twat

A big cannon in ya G-spot

Me not arrogant girl, me keep them freaks hot

Whether or not you believe my status

I'm prepared to be the baddest on the rap that's happenin'

Put the Mitten back on the map with Mathers and win this[Chorus]Well I'm drunk right now, but still I got a gun

Beef? best-a run

'Cause when I pop, people's flesh get numb

And whoa ya might not make it till ya young

The only one with okay's want to blaze

Meet my little friends on racks in my den

Pull 'em out, that's when the action begins

And ya block, remind you of Mad Max the film

Deserted, that's word to vacant homes

2002 Trice up in ya headphones

Trice up in ya bows

Then Trice up in ya hoes!

I suppose that I am kinda cocky, when it's dealin'

With raps, chicks, and cats out to sock me

I handle it like Rocky, Jake Sneed

Rakim, Eric B. - O's a G![Chorus]

Songwriters

GRANT, RAYMOND / GRANT, RICHARD / TRICE, OBIE / MURRAY, KEITH OMARPublished by

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