Obie Trice f/ Kon Artist - Spread Yo Sh** Lyrics |
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Lyrics: [Intro - Proof] Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece Fresh up out your momma's mouth So when she spit's you know how I 'cum' You know what I mean, haha We release the Dogg Hour Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz Detroit's in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills Obie Trice baby, check it out... [Verse - Obie Trice] I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack In the back bottled up in that Gerbert glass For what it's worth, I ain't told to have I'm just rambling, y'all d*** handling Telling my past and you don't know me Niggaz the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these motherf***as [Chorus - Kon Artist] When I was down you had a lot to say You should mind your business and walk away Talk about them trying to find a way To spread yo sh** 'round town I ain't really got time for you With all that ignorant sh** you do Niggaz need money and I do too That's why I ain't f***ing with you [Verse - Obie Trice] I wonder would he pass for passer If a massive ass kick's inflected It can happen that quick, when spitting sh** Rapidly laying down your f** ass click From running your lips like a bi*** All I know is something it gotta give Niggaz I gotta live, it's not a poragative Don't speak on The Kid Lid your speech or rid ya in the streets It's so optional, but I will be logical Cause when I lodge at you, it's not hospital Operating poppin' them hot slugs outta your abdominal Now your momma got a funeral attendin Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen All I wanna do is make music and 'bench' man 'Get my weight up' the same sh** that Jay said If you hate up, the AK's is sprayin Motherf***ers ain't playin! [Chorus] [Verse - Obie Trice] That's why I don't f*** with you cats Cause this all wrap with y'all But this is not an act at all Run ya trap, get clapped and fall Spread rumors recieve malignant tumors Don't confuse music with us choosin Adhesive patches won't cover the bruise Channel Two anchors won't cover the news They never give a f*** when it's beef between crews All I know is Obie paid his dues Made his moves and bi*** niggaz hate the truth They rather see me laid in that body booth Deep six, rotten so the rats can chew That's why I don't f*** with y'all You'll run and get y'alls, and that really sucks for y'all Talk behind backs but never to him dawg Wouldn't that irritate your boss?! [Chorus - repeat 2x] [Outro - Obie Trice] F***ers, Obie Trice More songs from this artist Comments for this song |
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