Got Hungry (Clean) - Obie Trice

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Obie Trice

«Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie, Obie Trice is now here» — 2X

Obie Trice got hungry, needed money to bank

Young, didn’t think, my life was great

Eatin from a saucer, ballers got big plates

Pushin big weight, from state to state (uh)

While I’m on Section 8 (damn)

And my corner got about fifty niggas on the grind chasin the cake

So that route I can’t go

Even though we cordial, I might step on a toe, turn a friend to foe

But the thought still exists

I’m in my room gettin pissed

I should have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz, hangin with brand new friends

All flavor Timbs, hittin nothin but skins

I gotta do something right now

Aiyyo this life foul and my job just burns me out

Plus this titty bar bitch, Hennessy, turns me out

Stuffin ones in her garter, got my dick harder

Hard enough to plot on, openin up a spot

A big birth of rocks throwin up the fuckin block

Just stop, no, that shit too hot to cop, so watch

Plus in the hood my name’s not top notch

Niggas’ll snitch or try to get me

Contemplate an illegal career, hittin shots off the Hennessy

In my room pacin, like I’m facin

A life term, AIDS and job termination

I’m in my room pacin, like I’m facin

A life term, AIDS and job termination

Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion

«Mr.

Trice»

«Gotta eat»

«Starvin»

«Like an animal»

«Dope, get low»

«Best eatin»

«React off instinct, digest weaklings»

«Let you niggas know»

«Got hungry»

«Takin mine»

«Gettin dust over here»

«I'm ready, I’m ready to rock»

«O-O-Obie Trice, bettin down shop»

Yo, fuck it I’ll go outside and decide what’s the deal

Walkin up the block, kickin rocks with no scrill

Ain’t lovely

My main man P-Funk in a Double O, truck bubbly, honks at me

What up Black?

I wave back, in fact

If you ever peep his wrist, thaw out to bring yourself back

Attract all bitches in Cadillac on dishes

While I roll a Prism with the fuckin engine light blinkin

You know you’re stinkin

When the same gauge light on for months to cause another fuckin

Complication

Life got me on a menstruation like a bitch

Player hatin all these niggas flossin like they rich

I got the itch to dip right behind the bush

If I catch you slippin, your blood go gush

Fuck that, fuck that, I’m not a thief

Cause armed robbery, murder, cause a whole lot of grief

I’m tired of grindin my teeth thinkin about the dough

I’m tired of high class bitches tellin me — fuck N-O, N-O, N-O, N-O