Obie Trice Appreciation
- Thread starter BK The Great
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Obie was dope, 50 just crushed the buildings for everyone 
They say why don't we increase the peace
The only piece increased is that which deletes your peeps
Cause nikkas run mouths but they don't run streets
Till that 45 will cease the speech
Yeah, it's a shame how the beef'll creep
Could've reached the peak, now you're left with a horrible leak
I'm trying to be as bleak with my speech as possible
Just in case a nikka trying to throw me an obstacle
nikka, I'm not boxing you, I'm hospitable
I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you
Let the Doc op on you, he don't rid you?
You back on the streets, I send another hit at you
This is not a hypocritical issue
I will critical condition your tissue
Give a fukk if all ten of them with you
I throw an extra ten of them missiles
Turn gangstas into gentlemen, vicko
And ever since Eminem dissed you
I swear I see the woman and bytch in you
All this bickering back and forth over who signs who
Curtis pulled your skirt up, nikka, you got murdered
Now take it like a man and shake it off, damn!
And quit telling all these magazines your plans
How you gone slap up my mans, you're fictitious
nikka, we'll send Stan to come murder your bytches
The only piece increased is that which deletes your peeps
Cause nikkas run mouths but they don't run streets
Till that 45 will cease the speech
Yeah, it's a shame how the beef'll creep
Could've reached the peak, now you're left with a horrible leak
I'm trying to be as bleak with my speech as possible
Just in case a nikka trying to throw me an obstacle
nikka, I'm not boxing you, I'm hospitable
I put you in a hospital, that's how I get at you
Let the Doc op on you, he don't rid you?
You back on the streets, I send another hit at you
This is not a hypocritical issue
I will critical condition your tissue
Give a fukk if all ten of them with you
I throw an extra ten of them missiles
Turn gangstas into gentlemen, vicko
And ever since Eminem dissed you
I swear I see the woman and bytch in you
All this bickering back and forth over who signs who
Curtis pulled your skirt up, nikka, you got murdered
Now take it like a man and shake it off, damn!
And quit telling all these magazines your plans
How you gone slap up my mans, you're fictitious
nikka, we'll send Stan to come murder your bytches