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<blockquote data-quote="negativezeroz" data-source="post: 528628" data-attributes="member: 554952">((Obie Trice))We got you *****s nervous, on purposeTo hurt ya focus...yous&#039; not emcees, yous&#039; worthlessYous&#039; not them G&#039;s, yous&#039; a circusYous&#039; no appeal, please...You&#039;s curtainsYou use words, kewl herds slurred in 2000 third...yous&#039; perpinYous&#039; no threat, who&#039;s ya servin&#039;When lyrically I&#039;mma bury you beneath the dirt, whenYou ****ed with a label overseein&#039; the EarthShady mother****er, O-Trice is birthAnd as I mold, I become more cursedSo we can put down the verseTake it to the turf**** and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse, is he whoDepicts fiction in this verseAnd as I breathe and you be deceasedThe world beieve, you decieve just to speakYous&#039; not the streets, yous&#039; the deskUse not your chest, *****, use your vestBefore two shoes you rest, you choose deathSix feet deep *****, thats the depth(chorus)Big Dog, I&#039;ma walk like a beast (yeah)Talk like the streets (yeah)I&#039;ma stay blazing New York, with the heat (yeah)Stalk on a beat (yeah)Walk with my feet (uh)Understand my pain, the rain ain&#039;t sweet (what!)Peep how I&#039;m moving (uh huh)Peep where I&#039;m going (uh huh)Shit don&#039;t seep, then sleep not knowing (wooo)But I&#039;ma keep growing, getting larger than lifeEasy going, but the same one that started the fightHe be knowin&#039; how dog get, when dog &#039;gon bite (uh)Tried to show &#039;em the dog shit, the dog for life (uh)Grand champ, and my bloodline is tight (what!)&#039;Cuz it&#039;s all good (uhIts alright (c&#039;mon)*****s tried to &quot;holla&quot;But couldn&#039;t holla backNow they gots&#039;ta swallow, everything in the sackBloodline man, we can go track for track**** dog, why you had to do them *****s like that?(chorus)All of you mother****ers...(shots fired)...take that (uh)Here take this too *****...(more shots fired)Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, waaaaaaaaahooooWe killing all you mother****ers deadAll of you...fake *** gangstasNo more press, no more pressRot mother****ers, rot (uh huh)Decay...in the dirt, *****In the mother****ing dirt!!!Die nameless, *****...die namelessNo more fame!!!Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha....Yo X c&#039;mon man (wooo)Obie, lets go. Haha</blockquote>

[QUOTE="negativezeroz, post: 528628, member: 554952"] ((Obie Trice)) We got you *****s nervous, on purpose To hurt ya focus...yous' not emcees, yous' worthless Yous' not them G's, yous' a circus Yous' no appeal, please...You's curtains You use words, kewl herds slurred in 2000 third...yous' perpin Yous' no threat, who's ya servin' When lyrically I'mma bury you beneath the dirt, when You ****ed with a label overseein' the Earth Shady mother****er, O-Trice is birth And as I mold, I become more cursed So we can put down the verse Take it to the turf **** and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse, is he who Depicts fiction in this verse And as I breathe and you be deceased The world beieve, you decieve just to speak Yous' not the streets, yous' the desk Use not your chest, *****, use your vest Before two shoes you rest, you choose death Six feet deep *****, thats the depth (chorus) Big Dog, I'ma walk like a beast (yeah) Talk like the streets (yeah) I'ma stay blazing New York, with the heat (yeah) Stalk on a beat (yeah) Walk with my feet (uh) Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet (what!) Peep how I'm moving (uh huh) Peep where I'm going (uh huh) Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowing (wooo) But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life Easy going, but the same one that started the fight He be knowin' how dog get, when dog 'gon bite (uh) Tried to show 'em the dog shit, the dog for life (uh) Grand champ, and my bloodline is tight (what!) 'Cuz it's all good (uh Its alright (c'mon) *****s tried to "holla" But couldn't holla back Now they gots'ta swallow, everything in the sack Bloodline man, we can go track for track **** dog, why you had to do them *****s like that? (chorus) All of you mother****ers...(shots fired)...take that (uh) Here take this too *****...(more shots fired) Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, waaaaaaaaahoooo We killing all you mother****ers dead All of you...fake *** gangstas No more press, no more press Rot mother****ers, rot (uh huh) Decay...in the dirt, ***** In the mother****ing dirt!!! Die nameless, *****...die nameless No more fame!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ha, ha, ha, ha. ...Yo X c'mon man (wooo) Obie, lets go. Haha [/QUOTE]

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