Cheers

[Intro]
A lotta' mathafuckas man...
Who Green, Shine Stringer, Keith Stringer Lawan, U Serv, Little Randy
That's what I'm doing this for...
[Verse 1]
Yeah... we aint here to mourn, we here to celebrate.
So this one is for all my dogs who didn't
make it in the struggle man I's remember
when I was on the Ave. clutching them dimes
Gut touching my spine, busting my
rhymes Feeling like im living in them lost times,
No sight of the future
Damn right, I would shoot ya, palm tight on a rooster
Old in the face cause this hold on my case
Got my growth at a fast pace Old folks like "O?
Oh he's a bad case,
He won't last; his track record will do the math
Crack Solicitation on the avenue is not new to you
Listeners but this is true
listen up I got a spew at it and keep it all truth
or else i might as well give this up
Feel me now, from rocks to pow pows,
glocks to pow-duh I dun did it all so i clutch my balls
And notice they still here, so Obie is still here
So Kobe, here's to
you and daddy's new career
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer!
put em up lets Cheer!
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
[Verse 2]
Now i understand every man got a story to tell
Buy fuck it i got a story as well
Growing up it was niggaz either buried or jailed
Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for the llelo
Locked in a cell, who's to blame?
When I was raised in this hood when my crew was slain
Only a few remains. you talk about struggle
With your bubble gum life style,
nigga fuck you I'm here today for fam that passed away
Bodies' deep six nigga flesh decayed
Real cats, who had techs to spray
Babies to raise, missed them cradles n went straight
To the grave, that hood life is in me
So I, sip that remi while my pockets scream gimmie
Let me get air, im guaranteeing ya'll feeling me
Straight from the block to the industry
[Chorus]
So grab ya cups of Beer! put em up lets Cheer!
Here's a toast to all my soldiers who aint here
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out Now grab ya cups of Gin! put em up lets Win!
Here's a toast to never looking back again
This is it my nigga this what we boast about
Get your bottle homie po' some out
[Outro]
Yeah! All my homies thats deceased, rest in peace
My nigga Champsky, lil Green Pink Funk you'll be home in a minute nigga
We get it popping' I got a chance to speak to the word nigga
And I aint stopping, straight off the crab. 313! (ohhh yeah)

[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
Yes I understand I done came a long way
From huggin them corners to appearin on TV
From choppin up nicks, like this here feeds me
To makin 'em hits, like this shit's easy
But it's not, it's a whole lot of bullshit involved
And truthfully, I'd rather be bullshittin with ya'll
But I gotta chase the donuts, cocoa's growin
And it's like "oh shit, she was just born"
And now she knowin every song on the radio (radio)
If I hear another Bow Wow quotable ([laughing], oh no)
Grown as ever (yeah), school craft for ever (yeah)
Recognize real when I stare at ya
My niggaz I'm a hold ya down
Even when I'm not around, I'm just gone for now
I'll be back in a while (I'll be back in a while)
Back in a while, yes (said I'll be back in a while)
Back in a while, yes

[Chorus #1 - Obie Trice (Male Voice)]
My niggaz Koon, and G never forget ya (I will never forget ya)
John Doe, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Jo Jo, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
P-Funk, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya)
Terry T., I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
My man B, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Strafmoore, Obie will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Lauda, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya)

[Verse 2 - Obie Trice]
This is dedicated to my chick friends
Never stuck in my dick in friends
Just my down ass bitches, you know who you is
Like you know how to get a sucker motherfucker's riches
Ya'll ain't shit
And when I touch back home, nigga find me a bitch
With a fat ass, and no I ain't dyin a trick
That's asinine, I'm on the grind
And I'm tryin to get rich
All this a mine so ya'll got some, get your wigs did
My ridettes from east to west (yes)
North to south, stab a bitch for runnin her mouth (ha)
Five rugrats, big gun in the house
You run up in you get stretched up out
(without a doubt) without a doubt
(it's vicious), it's vicious
Oh oh, this go out to all my tataliciouses (woo yeah)
Yeah (yeah), that's what I'm talkin about, uh hum

[Chorus #2 - Obie Trice (Male voice)]
Big homie Creda baby, never forget ya (I will never forget ya)
Little Meeko, never forget ya (never forget ya)
My sister Zata, never forget ya (never forget ya)
Nikki, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Nigga Cat, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya)
Jim Brown, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Young Bratty, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya)
Keena Johnson, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)

[Verse 3 - Obie Trice]
And now that the album is sold (uh huh),the story unfolds
Cause I'm probably asleep on your living room flo' (sleep)
Whether gold or plat, O. Trice always knows to go back (yeah)
pass the Carnac (pass that shit), crash the Cadillac
Nigga ain't shit changed (uh), just a lot a change (uh huh)
a whole lot a brain (yep, brain), a whole lot a dates (dates)
a whole lot a thang (and a whole lot a thangs)
But hey I'm from the D, I got a whole lot a game (got a whole lot a game)
And I promise, I'm as thorough as you made me
Detroit living, I'm in thoroughly with Shady (ohh yeah)
I make moves 'til them fools come engrave me
They crazy, the pistol was cocked, he won't play me

YEAH!

[Chorus #3 - Obie Trice (Male voice)]
Rest in peace my nigga Lou Green, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Little Randy, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Keith, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Shawn Stringer, I will never forget ya (never forget ya)
Little Randy, how could I ever forget ya (ever forget ya)
My nigga Shan, never forget ya (never forget ya)
All my niggaz that's gone, never forget ya (never forget ya)
I love ya'll, it's on never forget ya (never forget ya)

[Obie Trice - talking (Male voice)]
Yeah! .. yeah
Shady baby! haha
Detroit motherfuckers
(313 baby)
That's right, we in here
Know what I mean (never forget ya)
I've been seein the struggle my nigga [harmonizing]
I'm rest to go, rest to go, haha [never forget ya - repeats]
I'm rest to go
The color ain't purple, the color is green
And lets get this money
Hop-o, haha, yeah
Momma, right here
 

[Obie Trice]
Babe uh, yeah!
Girl, you my only one though aight, haha
You my baby, fuck all that shit
You're the one for me
Check it out.

[Verse - Obie Trice]
Baby I'm feeling the feelings you giving, I'm feelin your style
And I'm willing to let my guard down to figure you out
I'm picturing your figure in a swimsuit wiling
Somewhere in the Caribbean Islands
Cause the vibe you giving me now
Feels like I'm an innocent child
Sinning is never tempting when other womens around
Hands down, this is my vow
I never heard a moan sound so profound
When a nigga's digging you out, phone rings
You cuss them motherfuckers out, quit calling the house!
If I call, you're in route
There's a drought, you look out
I'm on edge, you put the palm of your hand on my head and squeeze
Please believe I ain't scared of commitment
Fuck head from them bitches!
When you could do the same, but that respect is given
Our intimacy is significantly different

[Chorus - Eminem] (Obie Trice)
You gon ride for me (you gon ride?)
Then I'm gon ride for you (I'm gon ride)
If you put your mouth on me (put it on me)
I'm a put my mouth on you
Together there ain't nothing we can't do (there's nothing)
Any problem we can see it through (we see it through)
Baby if you promise to be true (you promise?)
I will never put my hands on you
Come on and think about it

[Verse - Obie Trice]
We ain't even got to talk when we see each other
We got it all chalked out when we see each other under them covers
You my lover, I'm your friend, I'm your man, but I'm sayin
Who needs a label, we roll hand in hand
Visions of you having my little man
We joke, you call me George Foreman
Cause I'm namin him O number four, me I'm three
Plus the ol' G like the personality, she say it's meant to be
I'm in the bathroom when you pee
She in the bathroom too when a nigga doo doo, you my boo boo
There's nothing in this world that a nigga wouldn't do to
Satisfy - this my bitch that ride
My bitch wit the pistol in the ride
A nigga act up she busting, she ain't got to decide
No discussion, she'll put a slug in a tough niggaz muffin
You're fucking wit her husband

[Chorus]

[Verse - Obie Trice]
Come on and think about it
You got a ring about it
Nothing could ever come between or intervene our bondage
Drama we overcome it if we out numbered
I promise it'll be us against a hundred
Rushing to your side when you vomit eating pickles and peanutbutter
Eight months later Obie rubbing your stomach
Paying homage to your momma for raising a girl proper
Enough to call O her Baby Father
You ain't gotta bother bout a deal, I swear I keep it real
Raise young O trill and cook a decent meal
It's signed and sealed, you the only female
Hail, my one and only pal come to get me outta jail
Post bail and post up for sale
I swore, I swear we will always live well
Long as I got my bombshell from the hood to the hills
Who's gon stop up? nobody! we's that deal

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Eminem] (Obie Trice)
If you gon stand by me (if you gon stand by me)
Then I'm gon stand by you (then I'm gon stand by you)
If you promise you'll be true
Then I'll never put my hands on you (hands down)
But! don't you play me for no fool (no fool) bitch!
Cause if I put my mouth on you (on you)
After you put your mouth on someone else
Better find someone else new
Come on and think about it

[Outro - Obie Trice]
Yeah.. Obie Trice
Shady!

[Skit]
[Woman #1:] I know that ain't my homie over there
[Obie:] Keep sendin pages to the motherfucker
[Woman w/ Obie:] Well
[Woman #1:] Obie!
[Woman w/ Obie:] Is somebody calling you?
[Obie:] Nah, nah
[Woman #1:] Obie! One ball
[Obie:] All I'm sayin is I don't even know the situation .
[Woman w/ Obie:] You know her?
[Obie:] No, uh uh, I don't know that bitch
[Woman #1:] Obie don't act like you can't see me
[Woman w/ Obie:] Well she's calling your name
[Woman #1:] Turn around and look at me
[Obie:] Oh shit, Candice this is Sheneneh
[Woman #1:] Who is this bitch?
[smack, crashing noises]
[Obie:] What the fuck! Security! Security!
[Woman #1:] Let me go!
[Security:] Come on ma'am
[Woman #1:] Tanisha get my purse
[Obie:] Get her outta here
[Woman #1:] Get my purse!
[Obie:] Get her the fuck outta here!
[Security:] Yo, get to her man, need some help with this bitch
[Obie:] Get that bitch outta here man
[Woman #1:] Obie! Obie! You know I'm having your babies
[Woman #1:] They twins, one look just like you, let me go!
[Woman #1:] And one of them look like your brother, ok let me go!

[Verse 1]
My hoodrat's fatal, they not stable
I could be at a dinner table
with 'Union Gabrielle', fine as hell, pierce in the naval
Look at my rat like she act brand new
"Hey boo, how are you?"
Yeah, cool, now tally-o your ass back across the room
You see me with Pocahontas
I ain't tryin to be honorary but honestly I ain't tryin be bothered
You got a brain, define honors in college
You'd rather define how your knowledge in chronic
I'm tryin step my game up a notch bitch
Your aim the cock block on my plot bitch
She hot and your not, so stop bitch
Quit blowin up my motherfuckin spot, shit

[Chorus]
How could you be here? Why don't you leave here
I ain't tryin to see you everytime at my show
I got a piece here, you ain't gotta speak there
You know how we get down on the low
Your playin me cheap here
Tonight I don't drink beer
I got a bottle, so it's time for you to go
You's the freak here, you don't know me here
She's a model, you my late night ho

[Verse 2]
They chase me (Obie, Obie), when they see me in the club
With a lot alike Stacey Dash, they gettin mad
Then they wanna brag and say "already had 'em
He ain't shit cause he rap for Mr. Mathers (girl)
Plus 50 Cent's like ten times badder (girl)
D-12 shouldn't of had him on they album" (girl)
That's what I get just for stabbin them hoes
They nag, when I pose with a chick with nice toes
Ya'll knew O before for new hoes, but since it's a new ho
Just act like you never knew O, boo
We still crew, we just the same (uh huh)
Just not tonight, you don't know my name (you don't know me)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Hey yo fellas, never get timid when the chicken is interferin
When your chillin with a chick, who a ten (damn)
Let her know the situation at hand (uh huh)
And tell the bitch go play with her friends (BITCH)
This is for the model that your chillin with, hoodrats is often awful
My advice keep your mouth on muffle
Feistiness give 'em the right to snuff you, and you too pretty to scuffle
This is for the rats, go on with that (go on)
Quit actin like you smokin that crack
Cause he pokin that chick, you ain't ownin on shit
Ain't no rings on that finger
And every nigga in the hood ain't triple teamed her

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice - talking]
That's right, ha, you see me at the club
with a, with a look-alike Halle motherfucker
Look alike, look a, look alike Alicia Keys
Haha, you don't know me
Don't say shit, you know who I'm talking to
All my hoodrat bitches
Neneh, Aqua and Trip Entanetta
Haha, all ya'll
I'm straight, Obie Trice
 

Don't come down things will always wake up
Don't come down things will always wake up
Don't come down things will always wake up
So when you find yourself in peices

As a child i was fowl oh ma i couldnt understand them things that came out ya mouth
daddys aint shit)
u would fuss cuss til ya blood pressure was up then give n sluoch
on the couch and drink ya liqor (fuck you dog)
a hard headed nigga i was quick temper short attention span not attendin class
(no) what a dummy
I would run over you honey
You confront me and say Obie you no longer have a mommy
Don't use my phone don't even eat my food
Matter a fact, Dont speak and it was just me and you in the house with the mouse n them traps n that
gat, waitin on the day when you gon pull the
trigger back
[Chorus]

Don't come down things will always wake up (Im sorry)
Don't come down things will always wake up (I messed up)
Don't come down things will always wake up (Did wrong)
So when you find yourself in peices

You tryin to kill me boy (no)
Is that what you wanna do, kill me? You wanna kill me (kill me)
Your not feelin me the beepers not that drastic
Its the B blasted, bastard
Your lyin (your lyin)
You took plastic freezer bags with dope inside of em
She knew, damn but she hated that it was true
I done raised two boys I can do away with you
The locks changed and the nights got colder
Im slinging bolders lookin like the bolda tolka
Fuck it im the osta
Im down for mounds ride by my corner
Like Im not gone cry (no)
Not reek the pain of watchin my youngest man (no no no)
On the corners slangin cane
Im callin the cops

[chorus x2]

Ma even though I left the house alone
I was seventeen years old on my own using these streets as my home (yea)
Theres no reason to prolong this beef (yea i love you)
Ms. Eleanor Trice I place no one above you
You the reason when I hustled I knew the stack
The reason when I opened up t mics i knew to rip (rip dat)
The ethnics you instilled on this hectic young brother
Rubbed off after all
Now look at ya boy (Look)
When they ask about me now you aint gon just put ya head down ma
Straighten up ma you can smile now, proud
Everythings kosher with the boshterous oysta
Lets get closer
The regrets never opposed us

[chorus x2]

[Intro - Proof]
Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece
Fresh up out your momma's mouth
So when she spit's you know how I "cum"
You know what I mean, haha
We release the Dogg Hour
Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz
Detroit's in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills
Obie Trice baby, check it out...

[Verse - Obie Trice]
I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work
I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf
Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack
In the back bottled up in that Gerbert glass
For what it's worth, I ain't told to have
I'm just rambling, y'all dick handling
Telling my past and you don't know me
Niggaz the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these motherfuckas

[Chorus - Kon Artist]
When I was down you had a lot to say
You should mind your business and walk away
Talk about them trying to find a way
To spread yo shit 'round town
I ain't really got time for you
With all that ignorant shit you do
Niggaz need money and I do too
That's why I ain't fucking with you

[Verse - Obie Trice]
I wonder would he pass for passer
If a massive ass kick's inflected
It can happen that quick, when spitting shit
Rapidly laying down your fag ass click
From running your lips like a bitch
All I know is something it gotta give
Niggaz I gotta live, it's not a poragative
Don't speak on The Kid
Lid your speech or rid ya in the streets
It's so optional, but I will be logical
Cause when I lodge at you, it's not hospital
Operating poppin' them hot slugs outta your abdominal
Now your momma got a funeral attendin
Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen
All I wanna do is make music and "bench" man
"Get my weight up" the same shit that Jay said
If you hate up, the AK's is sprayin
Motherfuckers ain't playin!

[Chorus]

[Verse - Obie Trice]
That's why I don't fuck with you cats
Cause this all wrap with y'all
But this is not an act at all
Run ya trap, get clapped and fall
Spread rumors recieve malignant tumors
Don't confuse music with us choosin
Adhesive patches won't cover the bruise
Channel Two anchors won't cover the news
They never give a fuck when it's beef between crews
All I know is Obie paid his dues
Made his moves and bitch niggaz hate the truth
They rather see me laid in that body booth
Deep six, rotten so the rats can chew
That's why I don't fuck with y'all
You'll run and get y'alls, and that really sucks for y'all
Talk behind backs but never to him dawg
Wouldn't that irritate your boss?!

[Chorus - repeat 2x]

[Outro - Obie Trice]
Fuckers, Obie Trice
 

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Niggas Know what I'm about out here
I don't toot my own horn cause I don't have to
You can run your mouth I don't care
but if you get too close I'm gonna clap you
It's too real out here to be scared
A real nigga is gonna do whatever he has to
A man is the last thing you should fear
it ain't considered a crime unless they catch you
We all die one day

[Obie Trice]
Niggas when I step up in the bar, faggots wanna look
like you motherfuckers got Obie Trice shook
Like I'm gonna stand here as a man and
let some queer ass funny looking nigga get the upper hand
I got issues, got no time, got guns that mourn nigga's moms
shoot up clubs and destroy nigga's vibes
everybody running for their motherfucking lives
Tough club niggas, we leave early, cock back surely
open up your fade, your grey brain meets motor city pave
your nervous system still twitch off Jay Z
O's an animals skirts get mirked
don't ever let a nigga tell you slugs don't hurt
don't ever let a nigga tell you play the bar hard
trust in guard it cause you're about to catch a bullet scar
I give a fuck where you from who you be with
keep this a secret right by the nuts
a 4-5 that'll light niggas up and this 4-5 high make me not give a fuck

[Chorus]

[Lloyd Banks]
But as long as I'm here I'm gonna grab checks
and make my cash stretch longer than giraff necks
poverty will make your ass bet on words
touch niggas in jail make them wanna finish their last sents'
they say you live by the gun and die by the next nigga gun
if that's the case then get a bigga one
you don't think I pack the pump cause I'm out of the hood
that's a stereotype like everyone that's black can jump
I where a white mink, the fabric is done
got rings that bling like Mike, Byrd, Magic and them
out in Dallas in a palace where the Mavericks is from
living lavash, I'm established, so the cabbage'll come
I'm the clouds you won't see me in the trains
I travel first class you don't even got a TV on your plane
You should be easy on my name, cause I don't going back and forth
your boss and your captain's soft

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
We gonna bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you gonna get it
name em we gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out
too much venom and if you role with 'em
we gonna fuck you up with 'em
I got too much momentum movin in my direction to lose
my shoes will explode as soon as you go to step in 'em (BROOM)
you know how we do it when we do how we do it when we come through
G-Unit, D-1-2 and Obie we all move like assasins
ski masks and gloves consider this as a warning
disaster comes faster than you can react to it, just ask Muggs
but we are fizast, fuck your litte bitch ass up
we are not killers, my vato will have you shot-o
drag through the varrio and fucked like Kim Osario
litte sorry hoe ass, go ask B Real
we burn source covers like fuckin Cypress Hill
did in the 90s, when you was in diapers still
shady records you better believe the hype is real
this is no joke, I don't smoke
but I toke enuff second hand to make my fuckin P.O. choke
I'm an OG, you're fuckin with a GI Joe
Bia Bia, mia meo a vida loca
I'm a psycho, Mariah aint got shit on me
when I retire I'll be spittin baby food on people
a tent sieged on her ranch, huddled up next to her
with Hello Kitty slippers on, humping her legs
you ever had your gap pealed back or your shit pushed in
I put my blade in your like a fucking pin cushion
slice your ear clear off, Smirnoff and Hindoff
I'll show you how to kill a fucking man like Sen Dogg
Nobody told you that I'm loco essey?
I lack every sane chemical in my membrane
I'm slim sha...dy and the "d" is for deez nuts
and you can get each one for free so feast up
I pee in a cup for three months, I'm having an E party for easter please come

[50 Cent]
We gonna bring it to anybody who want it
you want it? you gonna get it
name em we gon hit em, chew em up and spit em out
too much venom and if you role with 'em
we gonna fuck you up with 'em
you can do all them push ups to pump up your chest
I got a 12 gauge Marksburg to pump up your chest
have you gasping for breath after that shit under your vest
fear me like you fear god cause I bring death
Silverback gorrilla in the concrete jungle
I'm the strongest one around you know how I get down
I watch gansta flicks and root for the badguy
and turn it off before it ends cause the badguy die
if you trying to buy guns I'm the nigga to look to
so what they got bodies on 'em, they still look new
you can raise your voice like you fending to touch something
when I raise my knife shit I'm fending to cut something
see I walk like Ron O'Neil and talk like Goldie
if the bitch think I love her the bitch don't know me

(haha Sorry Kim haha)

[Chorus]

[Eminem]
Souls Assasins y'all
What up Muggs?

[DJ Muggs]
What up Em?

[Eminem]
We out...