[Chorus: Obie Trice] I've been up, and I've been down And I had this world kick me around But I bounce back, now take a look at me now Say I don't trust them, I don't trust them hoes I see my dreams in front of me unfold And this crazy world is oh so cold And to my seed, let the story be told Never did trust them, I don't trust them hoes
[Obie Trice] Yea; they back-stab ya, with no malice Rat bastards, grown men turn faggots You could shake a nigga hand 'til your palm get calluses Calculate grams with 'em, tally up math and he still turn around and leave you stiff, paralysis If we was parallel this possibly wouldn't happen It would just be a myth And all that envious shit wouldn't exist Since this stimulates some niggaz to spit I let 'em smell the stench when a nigga's pushin the six We could take it to that extent, wait a minute, let 'em vent Vicious niggaz incubators, shit could made it then Replace them with real gentlemen These feminine faggots shouldn't have been on this planet They send the niggaz upstate to they grandpappy's Puttin nothin past these tattlin bastards
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[Obie Trice] There you got groupie chicks goin at him Fabricatin what happened, just to platinum they clothes It's a patter-n, they want you to man-handle 'em 'til they ass exposed Put you on the news, she a nuisance It take two to tango but she don't think so Hoes is abusive so I drink slow I realize the future when I mingle Hoes set you up, so rough they forget the hoe they were They focus on false shit what didn't occur Deceive detectives, statements are blurred Reversin what virtually happened with her Her don't trust Baby we just had a burr She willingly lift up her skirt, Your Honor
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[Obie Trice] Now see this industry's risky if you ain't 50 They don't mark your dollars You see Interscope's iffy, if he sell less than multi-million dollar copies they drop him See, Jimmy's watchin If he, purchase my product O might have options, show progress Longest most y'all coppin The nonsense is opposite of him Props givin when the projects shows profit This process is hard for most artists If he ain't targetted as what's poppin This is not O. Trice's problem Real name, no gimmicks, get it regardless Steel guard up, don't trust A&R's cause if they knew music we'll be much farther
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[unknown signer] Hoe, dust off and bust, the rest of us Ha-ha ha ha ha ha-ha Don't trust them, I don't trust them Na-na na na She lyin while you're cryin them tears But I been schooled by these streets for years I don't trust them, I don't trust them Na-na na na, na-na na na, na-na na na Na-na na na, na-na na na... [fades out]Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
