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アーティスト:Busta Rhymes 

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Yeah, Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks I came in the game, profane no image I came in the game with a name I was given from a mayn who ain't give a fuck about his children I proclaim the name though, never in vain no Watch the change grow A young nigga who done gained from fame, copped the Range Ro' Now they want my brains on the main road But they don't understand what I came for How I came forth with a million sold Who say you can't grow from mildew and mold Gettin' money like Ross Perot I'm often told, a coffin's the routes I go O, that's the road you on, oh no I'm down for the rightful tone of fo' fo' Don't ever try to send a nigga home, no no I know you want to catch me at Sunoco Show me that you're loco, put holes in my photo Nope! Hope!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo Just cause our thug roll solo Impose on grown folk, be a cold negro Below, your grieved up people Believe that the boy see no evil [Chorus] Ohh! I had you yellin' out when I bag the 30/30 Rifle Ohh! Too late for niggaz to get religious and start readin' they Bible Ohh! See you get down like other niggaz repeatin' the dirty cycle Ohh! See you should make peace instead of makin' me become a psycho I visualized it, O. Trice at twenty five survived it Bright but violent, invite the violence Fist fight a fireman, be a tyrant 'Til these niggaz nights is silent O. Trice from a trife environment He 'Roc's the Mic' no sight of retirin'


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