Wake
Up
They say he was a monster
from birth, so
Fuck it, I'll just a
lean warn-os them hoes
I suppose O took on the
street life
Even though my mother
told me I could be otherwise
Wasn't the school type,
I was too cool
My agenda wasn't general
education, nigga
Generalizing Obie's expectations
It was like, a cucoo
in twenty-twos
Bad news my nigga, pass
the brew
Cause in a week we be
pouring a glass for you
So rapidly homies become
causualties
We was just playing Madden
Now a nigga sad for his
family, that's how it happens
Dudes get blasted, another
casket
Another child becomes
a fatherless bastard
Make a nigga wanna grab
this rachet
It's so tragic, and Obie
can't get past it
And you wonder why a
nigga'll flash it
Just to, show these demons
that I ain't having it
Put 'em beneathe the
grass in a flash
Homie I'm from the craft
And to make it where
I'm at, that's called Soldierism
Real niggaz notice em,
they wanna flow with 'em
Wanna do major shows
with 'em
Get the fuck out the
ghetto wit 'em
Heavy metal, leave a
nigga twisted, don't fret
This is the set we live
in
But I ain't crying or
whining about my enviornment
Even though black folk
is dying constant
Niggaz'll shoot you unconscious
Wit no conscience, until
you lose conscience
Conscious, and pompous
white folk think I'm just rhyming
Just designing lines,
just for the sake of shining
Like I just speak violent
applying to the business I'm in
Rewind and find him in
a dirty ass hood with no sight of climbing
Moving on up was just
The Jeffersons
Rest of us watching the
tube got less then them
So why you vexing him?
Why you stretching him out?
He got the weapon all
because his whereabouts
Born and raised, mental
slaves
And I don't see change
before I'm seeing the grave
All I see is my homies
corpse decay
Crying at his wake, can't
recognize his face
Face it, you not identifying
with me
My identity distorts
ya visibility
So you can't see me,
peep what he's achieving
You recieve information
from TV
I'm in the hood, I live
it you read about it
Rest in peace Peezy
Please believe Obie eyes've
seen The Wire
Prior to what you seeing
on the screen
I done been in and out
of the bing
Lost niggaz to unfortunate
things
That's why, praise the
Lord I'm still on the scene
Praise the Creator who
made human beings
Just for creating a nigga
like me
A nigga that put the
umph in G, yeah
[Chorus 2X]
Wake up
I try to reach out but
you won't
Wake up
My brothers and sisters,
we got to
Wake up
'Fore you stuck in the
system, and then ya
Wake up
Reality hits ya, before
you can
Wake up
Ghetto
feat. Trey Songz)
Whoooo
Ghetto, ghetto, ghetto,
ghetto
[Chorus: Trey Songz 2X]
I'm from the motherfucking
slums where the cops don't come
Turn the lights on and
the bugs don't run
You ain't shit without
no gun
In the ghetto (ghetto)
Ghetto (ghetto)
[1st verse]
I'm from where diapers
full of feces
We's endangered species
Bodies lay in traffic,
that's right, where the streets be
You ain't seen nothing
this obscene from no TV
You would have to be
me to feel what Obie's speaking
Bodies leak like steel
pipes, it's real creepy
Ch-ch-ch-ha-ha-ha, Jason
Vorhee's
You're boring me with
your story, I'm a Detroitee
Craft took my mind so
the craft exploits me
[Chorus]
[2nd verse]
I got no pot to piss
in, en route to prison
You don't want it with
us nigga, we strapped with nitroglicerin
Our ambitions is some
riders, thriving off poor decisions
A blessing nigga still
living, still pimping, still visions of
Sitting in that foreign
whip, whipping up cola take a lick
To my tongue, numb from
the shit
My nuts hung since I
was a young one
And that's just the slum
fuck of it
I'm pumped daddy gone
but, gun in my palm
My momma can't save me
her gender is wrong
On my own in this jungle
that niggaz call home
What? His momma died
from a lump in her D cup
Police freeze 'em up
for serving these glucks
It's like a habitual
situation, we stuck
The ritual is for niggaz
to grab they nuts
And just soak all this
bullshit up, where I'm from?
[Chorus]
[3rd verse]
I'm from real bridge
cause, for niggaz living hard
Welfare scarers just
most chicks'll buy them broad
Pimping the government
cause government pimping us
Rather see 'em suffering
then niggaz live it up
Cause you ain't heard?
Bird got birds
But the nigga got murd'
cause niggaz felt he ain't deserve
What he was worth, he
ain't a real nigga from the turf
He was birth with money,
that's why they left him bloody
I'm from the streets
where most these niggaz nutty
I adapt to em, I'm exactly
in tuned with 'em
Strapped with the Mac
that extract flesh from humans
Home sweet home, better
known as The Ruins
[Chorus]
Whoaa! |
Obie Trice -
Snitch Lyrics
(Feat. Akon)
[Intro: Obie Trice ] +
(Eminem) {Akon}
{Convict}
(Yeah, SHADY)
{Convict Music}
( Guess who's back)
Still here, haters
{Akon & Obie Trice,
Yeah}
Whatcha gonna do it with
it, A?
Whatcha gonna do?
{Take em on back to the
streets}
[Chorus: Akon]
I keep the 40 cal on
my side
Steppin with the mindstate
of the mobster
See a n**** pass why
Tuck your chain in cause
he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale ,
red tops for sale
Anything you need, believe
me, I'm gon lace you
Just don't whatever you
do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit,
pray I don't face you, yeah
[Obie Trice]
It's risky, the b****
tend to rise out a n****
It's history, Snitch,
who decided he's a member
Once he got pinched,
coincided with law
Same homie say he lay
it down for the boy
Brought game squad around
ours
How could it be? Been
homies since Superman draws
Only foniness never came
to par
He had us, a true neighborhood
actor
Had his back with K's
Now we see through him
like X-Ray's
Cuffed in that Adam car
No matter , his loss,
we at him, it's war
Knowing not to cross
those resevoir dogs
You helped plant seeds
just to be a vegetable
When we invest in team,
it's to the death fo sho
No ex and oh's, tech
kalicos
aimed at ya chest nigga
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
We started out as a crew
, in one speak , it's all honest
Private conferences when
we eat, Benihana's
Recondences when we peep
enemies on us
Been on these corners,
sellin like anything on us
Knowing heaven has shown
us being devil's minors
That ain't got s*** to
do with the tea in China
We gon keep the grind
up til death come find us
Meanwhile in them European
whips reclined up
It's an eye for an eye
for the riders
We ain't trying to get
locked up , we soul survivors
Po Pos is cowards , there's
no you, it's ours
We vow this, mixing yayo
with soda powder
Who woulda known he would
fold and cower
Once the captain showed,
he sold whole McDonalds
No ex and oh's, techs
kalicos
aimed at your chest nigga
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's
got the game full
So he move to a rural
area to keep cool
He snitchin on a snitch
now, there's nothin to tell
Nowadays, your circles
should be small as hell
Ain't tryin to meet new
faces, this don't interest me
Even if we bubble slow,
we'll get it eventually
No penitentary, there
will be no climacy
You will meet the lowest
snitch in given us a century
These cats is rats now,
the streets need decon
That's how they react
now, weak when the heat's on em
Stop snitchin, you asked
for the life your living
This act is not permitted,
Nowhere on the map, It is
Forbidden to send a n****
to prison if you been in it
Along with em and then
snitch and become hidden
No ex and oh's, tech
kalicos
aimed at ya chest nigga
[Chorus]
[Obie Trice]
You wrecked bastard
Violent
[Thug] There he go right
there, got this nigga. What's up Obie?
[gun fire]
[Obie] Oh shit
[gun fire]
[Thug] Uh, uh, uh nigga.
Yeah nigga, shit
[car pulls away]
Obie Trice
[Chorus]
You can catch me in the
hood, up to no good
With that Mac like right
beside me
I ain't by no niggaz
eyeing my figures
Deprive me of my life,
try me
I'ma rip up tissue, homie
I won't miss you
This'll be the day that
ya dying
Nigga I'm violent
Ya hearing the sirens,
once that ass silence
For fucking with me,
nigga I'm violent
Cause I'm so tired of
these wannabe riders trying to touch Obie
Cause nigga I'm violent
[1st verse]
Hat match the jacket,
jack match the glove
Glove match the Mac that
send niggaz above
All black when his faggot
ass acts up
When the boys interrupted
haters can't wait to duck
Cause when I buck I leave
a peep hole in his face
They peep O in the place
then they get a bad taste
In they mouth, running
his lip, I pull that ouch off my hip
Commence to spit, I'm
too grown for this
But they tend to take
you back to when you're known for riff raff
That'll be his ass, fucking
with this cat
[Chorus]
[2nd verse]
They say O calm ya nerve,
but some niggaz need to be served
Cause it's purpose is
unheard of
Blacks done seen too
much murder to flirt with death
Guess he feels it ain't
nuthin left
That's when the weapon
is taking it's last breath
If he think for a second
he taking me outta my flesh
Violent when it comes
to putting Obie to rest
Natural cause is the
only way they say he left
Not from no hater, I
got too many guns
So, when it come to that
shit, I'm off one nigga
[Chorus]
[3rd verse]
Incompacitating O, no,
I'm so
Observational I recognize
you ho's
Nocturnal mufuckas knocking
ya mans
Cause I'm sitting on
paper bigger then Shaq hands
Plus every chance I get
Obie advance
From spitting to getting
riches, I'm so enhanced
On bitch ass niggaz trying
to slow my plans
Realest shit a nigga
ever spoke to fans
Listen, I'm taking kites
in the pen
A nigga ever offend again,
and that's on my kid
[Chorus]
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