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get the f-ck
get the, get the
get the f-ck out motherf-cker

hey yo, when i step up in the bar, everybody hit the f-cking floor
lucky motherf-ckers make it to the door
’cause when i spit on mic’s i spit raw
which cause confusion from the bar to the dance floor

i keep the club on the vex
’cause he gotta pay me when i spit, plus replace a lot of sh-t
n-gg-s get a whiling, when my words echo’s the room like
get your hand out my pocket

you suck sh-t when my topics rockin’
i’m banned from clubs ’cause my toxic tonsils
loud speaker like a f-cking sports announcer
i spit the blaa-haa till you rush the bouncer
i rush the motherf-cker in your way who’s bouncing
you know old christ get their yak’s pr-nouncin’

get live motherf-cker when i speak motherf-cker
out your seat motherf-cker, i’m a reach motherf-ckers
shady-records till i sleep motherf-cker
obie trice nothin’ but street motherf-cker

tear this b-tch up till you bleed motherf-cker
i wouldn’t give a f-ck who you be motherf-cker
punk, p-ssy, b-tch or g motherf-cker
adrenaline rush before you leave motherf-cker

when i speak i blow out your tweeters, yo dog
show out in speakers roll out with heaters
i’m just an animal eating the game
jumbo monkey, funky and obie’s the name

i rose solo, never been a hoe though
keep yak’s vocal when cats act loco
where you at when i’m moving the crowd
you get trampled, mashed on detroit style

up out your seats, pump out the e’s
off the beat’s the crowd over pleased
where my n-gg-‘s at smoking them tree’s
off the cognac, finger f-cking the ski’s
that’s how it is when you party with me
you don’t like it, you l-7 like a square beat

get live motherf-cker when i speak motherf-cker
out your seat motherf-cker, i’m a reach motherf-ckers
shady-records till i sleep motherf-cker
obie trice nothin’ but street motherf-cker

tear this b-tch up till you bleed motherf-cker
i wouldn’t give a f-ck who you be motherf-cker
punk, p-ssy, b-tch or g motherf-cker
adrenaline rush before you leave motherf-cker

yo, yo, yo, since i came i rearrange the place with blaze
spays dope with c-ke-fevers dna, i’m so addicted
to gettin’ n-gg-‘s lifted, drunk off a liquid
obie trice the misfit

douse’ in the crowd with p-ss and voul’s
we underground motherf-cker fix your frowns
i beat the bore with a wisty tour
off a whisky you never been this deep before

so throw up your hands and peep out your man’s
when i come through next quarter trice it in you’s
and trust i’m attackin’ it
i cook up that hot sh-t like ainsley harriet

that’s why i’m so miraculous
and hope to get you n-gg-s pumped up
i see you next time i see him chump
that’s right, you go through obie trice f-cked up
on your knees drop for these

get live motherf-cker when i speak motherf-cker
out your seat motherf-cker, i’m a reach motherf-ckers
shady-records till i sleep motherf-cker
obie trice nothin’ but street motherf-cker

tear this b-tch up till you bleed motherf-cker
i wouldn’t give a f-ck who you be motherf-cker
punk, p-ssy, b-tch or g motherf-cker
adrenaline rush before you leave motherf-cker

- obie trice lyrics

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