They Wanna Kill Me

Lyrics
[Intro] Nigga, nigga you can't do that. Nigga you are wrong [Hook] These motherfuckers wanna kill me! Probably 'cause I'm fly as fuck Only nigga in the club be high like what They wanna kill me! Probably 'cause his characters tight I'm the rapper that they make sure they bitch don't like They wanna kill me! See they jealous of sale 'Cause he talented, with his arrogant self They wanna kill me! Bust him in the hood like what They don't understand, he'll keep makin' 'em go nuts Kill me! [Verse 1] Homeboy, you's a fag You got your momma's traits, you gossip like a bitch Hate a nigga cause your man's getting rich I'm from the slums, dumb son of a bitch Sold crack like nino, yup, I got an ego But since they weren't present them boys don't believe you This ain't James Frey, this realistically OT's history's in the streets That's why's chemistry between Eminem and me 'Cause he recognize the same OG Ain't nothin' changed but change And nigga nuts still hang the same, since he was a young man A nigga slang till the sun came Till the funds gained up enough to put 'em in the Range Now these niggas act strange Wanna blow out Obie Trice's brains [Hook] These motherfuckers wanna kill me! Probably 'cause I'm fly as fuck Only nigga in the club be high like what They wanna kill me! Probably 'cause his characters tight I'm the rapper that they make sure they bitch don't like They wanna kill me! See they jealous of sale 'Cause he talented, with his arrogant self They wanna kill me! Bust him in the hood like what They don't understand, he'll keep makin' 'em go nuts Kill me! [Verse 2] I ain't mad at ya dog To get money on the streets I get it from billboards Homie if you subtract the voice I'd still be giving invoices to fiends for selling them Boy, you see, Obie is the truth Thank God I'm in this roof Left the same night, bullet by his brain, right? A couple more inches coulda been a night night But the almighty wasn't ready for O. Trice I'm still here like day and night You thought I was deceased, saw my way to them bright lights I still manage, nigga my head's damaged That ain't stop O. from getting cabbage, faggots (Kill me!) These niggas wanna see me dead 'Cause the intelligence that flow through my head Wanna be a sharp shooter better be a fed 'Cause I ain't going no fuckin' where [Hook] These motherfuckers wanna kill me! Probably 'cause I'm fly as fuck Only nigga in the club be high like what They wanna kill me! Probably 'cause his characters tight I'm the rapper that they make sure they bitch don't like They wanna kill me! See they jealous of sale 'Cause he talented, with his arrogant self They wanna kill me! Bust him in the hood like what They don't understand, he'll keep makin' 'em go nuts Kill me! [Bridge] I'm on my grizzly, nigga O. Trice make history, nigga I'm from the hood, I pop that trigger Shady Records till I'm six feet deeper Put a hole in a nigga tryna creep up Take your soul, make you meet the grim reaper You's a sleeper, non-believer That's why you deceased up, nigga [Hook] These motherfuckers wanna kill me! Probably 'cause I'm fly as fuck Only nigga in the club be high like what They wanna kill me! Probably 'cause his characters tight I'm the rapper that they make sure they bitch don't like They wanna kill me! See they jealous of sale 'Cause he talented, with his arrogant self They wanna kill me! Bust him in the hood like what They don't understand, he'll keep makin' 'em go nuts Kill me! [Outro: DJ Whoo Kid] Yeah, guess who's back, nigga My dawg, Obie Trice Y'all shot my man You punk ass niggas, you got punk ass guns Punk ass motivation, punk ass bullets Your mama's a punk, bitch When I see her I'mma scratch her face Nigga, Shady Aftermath, we gon' print money, motherfucker I got the 100 dollar Obie right now, the big fats Holla back at your bitch Kill me, nigga I'm just makin' head, you already know? You know that nigga from [?] Nigga, I'm out in Cali, nigga, come see me, man You know that little bald hair, short fat nigga That's from the D There niggas wearin' big hats and [?] your bitch You got [?] in your ass right now (bursts out laughing)
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- Obie Trice