Got Hungry Lyrics - Obie Trice

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Obie Trice 

"Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie-Obie, Obie Trice is now here" [2X] 

[Verse 1 - Obie Trice] 

Obie Trice got hungry, needed money to bank 

Young, didn't think, my life was great 

Eatin from a saucer, ballers got big plates 

Pushin big weight, from state to state (uh) 

While I'm on Section 8 (damn) 

And my corner got about fifty niggaz on the grind chasin the cake 

So that route I can't go 

Even though we cordial, I might step on a toe, turn a friend to foe 

But the thought still exists 

I'm in my room gettin pissed 

I should have 20 inch rims on a V12 Benz, hangin with brand new friends 

All flavor Timbs, hittin nothin but skins 

I gotta do something right now 

Aiyyo this life foul and my job just burns me out 

Plus this titty bar bitch, Hennessy, turns me out 

Stuffin ones in her garter, got my dick harder 

Hard enough to plot on, openin up a spot 

A big birth of rocks throwin up the fuckin block 

Just stop, no, that shit too hot to cop, so watch 

Plus in the hood my name's not top notch 

Niggaz'll snitch or try to get me 

Contemplate an illegal career, hittin shots off the Hennessy 

In my room pacin, like I'm facin 

A life term, AIDS and job termination 

I'm in my room pacin, like I'm facin 

A life term, AIDS and job termination 

Termination, termination, terminat-atat-ion 

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[Chorus - Scratched Samples By DJ Grouch] 

"Mr. Trice" 

"Gotta eat" 

"Starvin" 

"Like an animal" 

"Dope, get low" 

"Best eatin" 

"React off instinct, digest weaklings" 

"Let you niggaz know" 

"Got hungry" 

"Takin mine" 

"Gettin dust over here" 

"I'm ready, I'm ready to rock" 

"O-O-Obie Trice, bettin down shop" 

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[Verse 2 - Obie Trice] 

Yo, fuck it I'll go outside and decide what's the deal 

Walkin up the block, kickin rocks with no scrill 

Ain't lovely 

My main man P-Funk in a Double O, truck bubbly, honks at me 

What up Black? I wave back, in fact 

If you ever peep his wrist, thaw out to bring yourself back 

Attract all bitches in Cadillac on dishes 

While I roll a Prism with the fuckin engine light blinkin 

You know you're stinkin 

When the same gauge light on for months to cause another fuckin 

complication 

Life got me on a menstruation like a bitch 

Player hatin all these niggaz flossin like they rich 

I got the itch to dip right behind the bush 

If I catch you slippin, your blood go gush 

Fuck that, fuck that, I'm not a thief 

'Cause armed robbery, murder, cause a whole lot of grief 

I'm tired of grindin my teeth thinkin about the dough 

I'm tired of high class bitches tellin me - fuck N-O, N-O, N-O, N-O 

[Chorus]