obie trice
wanna know
Since they wanna know Since they wanna know I said since they wanna know Here's the formula on O, now lets go {All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt} Since they wanna know {All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt} Since they wanna know Second rounds on me Obie Trice Emil hit em, let's go [1st verse] Ob Trice, the giant, standing a 5'8'' stature Back with a second album, supplying ya Fear Factor But Joe ain't the host my nigga, you have the access to the most Noted flow on Shady's faction And I ain't being cocky, if so accept my apology Except, know I process my thoughts logically First weeks sales tops the toll from tsunami But haters like the L, it's the white boy behind me But you couldn't inhale a flow that's more grimey It would still prevale if another label sign me Obie so timely, must Obie remind em The first nigga to shine solo from the place ya find em Native Detroiter, ghetto reporter, hit you wit some Heavy metal for supporting what ya caught us A little something different from the homie from Michigan Basically, Obie's ripping on any instrument he's given, come on [Chorus] {All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt} Since they wanna know {All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt} Since they wanna know {End what's right and ??} Since they wanna know {All I want is what's mine I don't care who I hurt} Since they wanna know [2nd verse] Four niggas in a whip All foes say they ain't fucking with Trice shit Somebody's lying, I'm undenying, denying me means that The driver got influence over you on certain things Be destinguished, just cuz you ain't feeling his favorite emcee Don't mean you speak no English Hop out the car, catch the bus At least you be established as the man that you are I hate to take it so far and so tedious But niggas bleed like bitches, I'm truly believing this Once a month, they wake up with a Obie tampon Inserted in they nuts, give em the flux cuz my bucks is up And no this ain't eBay, so please be easy Gotta be delusional to think Obie is losing yo Let em get a whiff of some shit, they quick to abuse it though [chorus] [3rd verse] Peep what O's selling when I hit em with Van Halen But it's just a man from the ghetto rebelling Rebel without a cause, cause I'm in them Superman drawers Running around the shack momma had us living Now ya mans living a inch from truly killing em A dude or ambition, a gift, given from the man who invented em When the system Scrooged just like Lil Tim and em Will bless the child who manuevers the censors, then Spitting venom, have them same dudes interested in him My visions unlimited, music's my outlet, I rock a outfit For all the foul shit I witnessed, make it my business To get a listener of one, clear description If you hearing them, you would catch what I'm pitching Guarantee to serve your addiction, c-c-come on