Obie Trice - Yo! lyrics

Yo, Obie Trice, yo

I'm with backdoor productions, no discussion,

O Trice be the sound that's rushin your eardrums

Pump it up if you feeling em, this is hip hop pure adrenaline

I'm a winner, I step on the scene

Start to cipher, bitches start to scream

Cock back, niggas start to flee

Ain't nobody in this motherfucker with me

I'm a dog, I walk what I talk

Detroit niggas see straight through your heart

Niggas wanna bark, niggas get traced in chalk

By the law in the adam car with this rap I be at em all

I spit through the mic and niggas just scatter off

The boss before that bitch rap that, these bitch made

Niggas get their shit pushed the fuck back

You know O Trice spit the hot shit that's the realest

Keep lacing dope tracks that's the illest

Hot joints for my raw ass niggas

That make motherfuckers go yo

Motherfuckers ain't trying to see Mr. Trice

Yo I pump up the party, pump nut up in ya wife

Me and you, two different types

You wanna be hardcore while my shit's precise

I recite make niggas wanna blast on any punk ass nigga in sight

My focus, to take niggas minds over

Somebody's murdered once my rhyme's over

I do this the regular way

A regular cat with an irregular verbal spray

You know my thoughts deep when it runs

A weirdo sleeping with mad guns

Who want some, you can have it, semi-automatic catch the trace around

You be lost and found

Chalked up with Obie Trice branded on ya ass nigga what