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obie trice - follow me lyrics

[intro – obie talking]
yeah! [echo], uh
let ya’ll n-gg-z know me
yeah, woo!

[verse 1]
eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a n-gg- entered
big lips, popped out placenta
momma ain’t breastfeed, had no pop neither
pop leaves sh-t but a name – obie
elementary homie that’s how it started
in garbage, r-t-rded, gainin that heart
f-ck n-gg-z, claimin they hard, a n-gg- come home touched
my motherf-ckin momma bangin me harder
“n-gg- take your -ss out their and fight for tomorrow”
that’s what she told me, “little punk, blame that on your father”
so i had no choice, n-gg- pick up a brick
split a motherf-cker’s sh-t for tryin to f-ck with the kid
get a little older, hair on my d-ck, now i’m curious
n-gg-z on the corner gettin money rockin jewelry
allowance, n-gg- that ain’t man sh-t
cowards, n-gg- that ain’t man sh-t
i had to prove to myself
how these n-gg-z same age as me calculatin this wealth
so i got me a clique and n-gg-z what?
workin one sixteenth, like “n-gg- we can clean up”

[chorus – 2x]
follow my life, homie from start ’til now
only my motherf-ckin momma n-gg- holds me down
and lord knows all this sh-t that i done put her through
i speak through her straight to you, motherf-ckers

[skit – obie talking]
two for one, here, here take this, two for one
quit switching d-cks, holla at me, see you f-ck with

[verse 2]
summer ’94, i’m gettin a little dough
taller than my momma, so i’m listenin to her nose
i’m listenin to them hoes scream “o!”
and i’m listenin to them o’s go chop!
p-funk, joe and me pumpin on the block, summertime
i call her auntie, she cop three at a time
throw a extra b-mp bringin cline
i’m so involved with the grind, i’m losin my mind
f-ck a steady job, i’m tryin
i steady mob, i’m dyin in this game, i ain’t lyin
sellin so much c-ke forgettin it’s a crime
flyin down i-75, pocket full of dimes
give a f-ck about the radar on me [police sirens]
b-mpin big or pac, yo n-gg- who tryin me?

[skit – notorious b.i.g.’s +big poppa+ plays in background]
[cop] – get off the god d-mn truck!
[obie trice] – f-ck you, yo i ain’t did sh-t
[cop] – put your f-cking hands in the air!
[obie trice] – b-tch!

[chorus – 2x]

[outro – obie talking (echo)]
yeah, all my of life
only my momma know
obie .. obie trice .. shady and it’s crazy, motherf-ckers

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