Spread Yo Shit - Obie Trice feat Kon Artist
[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 n_gga 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_ck handling
Telling my past and you don't know me
N_ggaz the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these motherf_ckas
[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_t 'round town
I ain't really got time for you
With all that ignorant sh_t you do
N_ggaz need money and I do too
That's why I ain't f_cking 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_t
Rapidly laying down your fag ass click
From running your lips like a b_tch
All I know is something it gotta give
N_ggaz 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_t that Jay said
If you hate up, the AK's is sprayin
Motherf_ckers ain't playin!
[Chorus]
[Verse - Obie Trice]
That's why I don't f_ck 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_ck when it's beef between crews
All I know is Obie paid his dues
Made his moves and b_tch n_ggaz 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_ck with y'all
You'll run and get y'alls, and that really s_cks for y'all
Talk behind backs but never to him dawg
Wouldn't that irritate your boss?!
[Chorus - repeat 2x]
[Outro - Obie Trice]
F_ckers, Obie Trice
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