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Obie Trice
Follow My Life
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Obie Trice
» Follow My Life
(feat. Nate Dogg)
[Intro - Obie talking]
Yeah! [echo], uh
Let ya'll niggaz know me
Yeah, WOO!
[Verse 1]
Eleven, fourteen, seventy-seven a nigga 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, retarded, gainin that heart
f**k niggaz, claimin they hard, a nigga come home touched
My motherf**kin momma bangin me harder
"Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow"
That's what she told me, "little punk, blame that on your father"
So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick
Split a motherf**ker's sh*t for tryin to f**k with the kid
Get a little older, hair on my dick, now I'm curious
Niggaz on the corner gettin money rockin jewelry
Allowance, nigga that ain't man sh*t
Cowards, nigga that ain't man sh*t
I had to prove to myself
How these niggaz same age as me calculatin this wealth
So I got me a clique and niggaz what?
Workin one sixteenth, like "nigga we can clean up"
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[Chorus - 2X]
Follow my life, homie from start 'til now
Only my motherf**kin momma nigga holds me down
And Lord knows all this sh*t that I done put her through
I speak through her straight to you, motherf**kers
[Skit - Obie talking]
Two for one, here, here take this, two for one
Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you f**k 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 bump bringin cline
I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losin my mind
f**k a steady job, I'm tryin
I steady mob, I'm dyin in this game, I ain't lyin
Sellin so much coke forgettin it's a crime
Flyin down I-75, pocket full of dimes
Give a f**k about the radar on me [police sirens]
Bumpin Big or Pac, yo nigga who tryin me?
[Skit - Notorious B.I.G.'s +Big Poppa+ plays in background]
[Cop] - Get off the god damn truck!
[Obie Trice] - f**k you, yo I ain't did sh*t
[Cop] - Put your f**king 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**kers
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