Obie Trice Rap Name (Remix) Lyrics

(feat. Keith Murray)

[Keith Murray]
yo
[Obie Trice]
real name no gimmicks n____

O. Trice and Keith (that's right)
My n____ speak (the most beautifullest s___ in the world)
When two n____s meet and take it to the street
O. rep the D
And I Long Island iced tea when I roll with Keith (that's right)
Squad unleash the heat whenever Obie roamin
So that's two d___s you suck b____ whenever Gucci foamin
I got a homin device on life
I get there, leave you with my strife, your strifes
O. Trice the name, just came to the game
That's why I'm twenty-something on Kay Slay's tape
But a n____'s great, hey I'm Shaaaaaday
I'm astronomically bubonic with a treeeeeee (BLAOW!)
My ebonic's like chronic with a waaaay
I hold you down
n____ here's your pound

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that
Huh, but you're all just {*wick* *wick*} whack
[Keith Murray]
It ain't R&B muh'f___ers, it's a rap
[Obie Trice]
Real name, no gimmicks
f___ an image, I'm in it because I live it
I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that
Huh, but you're all just {*wick* *wick*} whack
[Keith Murray]
It ain't R&B muh'f___ers, it's a rap
[Obie Trice]
Real name, no gimmicks
f___ an image, I'm in it because I live it

[Keith Murray]
yo, I get outrageous, bodacious, crazy
Make a n____ a vegetable, mashed potatoes, and gravy
Put a cork in it n____, who the f___ you think you're playin
Snuff nose to your ribs, if you breathe I'm sprayin
Tell the cops it's Keith Murray, real name no gimmicks
Walk the streets with my d___ out b____ I ain't timid
I'm like Tyson in the house when I step in the club
Bug, t__ties get fondled, a__es get rubbed
See that n____ a__ up with my wild style child
I never get booed on stage like I'm Destiny's Child
I'm too "Dirrty" for Christina, make Trina "Work It"
Bird tracks when I rap, smell a rubber when I chirp it
Come on doggy doggy, you ain't got nothing for me
Put a gash in your neck about four inches deep
Yeah, keep talkin like Murray don't get busy
Hit you with this rum bottle and make yo a__ dizzy
dizzy, dizzy, dizzy, dizzy

[Keith Murray]
Y'all okie doke n____s can't f___ with the kid
Crack your chest open, your back, and split your wig (what)
Give your punk a__ a nice face massage
Now you don't want +No Drama+ like +Mary J. Blige+

[Obie Trice]
Keith pop popped the garage, n____ that's the trunk
Cuz I got a wee whip in there plus the pump
Pumps for punks, whip all you sissies
Two stroke you f__gots (won't stop) stagnate you maggots

[Keith Murray]
I like a mix of ecstasy dust and purple haze
Wild now but you shoulda saw me in my school days
Yeah, I bring the funk like a bag of skunk
And I pack sawed off shotguns for street punks

[Obie Trice]
n____s don't wanna see this animals bite down
Cannibals spit out your ear
Most y'all queer (f__gots)
Real over here
Recognize psuedo, it's a new year
Bud, wise, and beer