Tekst:
Trice Obie Outro

purpose other than practice There are three things I hate, liars, fakes, and cheaters Alcoholics, sluts, and fuckin' wife beaters I guess that describes my life I don't even know whose song we singing, Obie Trice

Prijevod: Eminem. Outro (S Obie Trice i D12).

be on that mob shit You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids [Obie Trice

on that mob shit You another Hoffa, under the Renaissance bitch You get bombed like Lebanon [explosion] with my own tactic I snatch your head like one of Saddam's kids [Obie Trice

your ear? I don't even gotta say it, the fans know Quit tryin to be tough, nigga, you look like a asshole [Chorus - Eminem] [Verse 2 - Obie Trice] They

: [Talking: Obie Trice] New shit Obie Trice, Eminem Get familiar wit it [Verse 1: Obie Trice] Obie the person that came up and deverted Cause of nervousness

my man Mr. Trice Def entertainment bout to take over this shit Is yall mutha fuckers ready Once again, is yall mutha fuckers ready.. yea.. yea [Verse One] Mr. Trice

a cartoon I'm to busy trying to get at you With this music And as time went on my skills got tighter An unbelievable writer, unbelievable reciter Hit the hip hop spots Closed the ciphers Obie trice

: [Eminem:] O' trice c'mon [Obie Trice:] Yeah, Niggas Got Me, Imma get em, It ain't ovah. [Hook:] You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of pimp juice