Loot Lyrics - Obie Trice

(Intro) 

Man they ain't comin back for the cocaine 

They came back mace 

Yea! 

Obie Trice 

Yea 

Obie Obie Trice 

It's that shit, nigga 

Get it real nigga, no gimmicks 

You know what I'm talkin bout 

I need loot 

I need loot 

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(Verse) 

Coke boy, oh boy 

Straight out the gutter where niggas have to fight for it 

Risk yo life for it, take flight for it 

Boxin awkward in the game just like Floyd 

Crams rappin, wrappin em up in plastic 

Put a tax on it to ship em off to addicts 

Yall ain't gotta aks about my actions 

I was back in from the hood, a crack activist 

(I need loot) 

Nah I ain't blow dough, sold it on the low low 

Hustle up enough to put rims on the 4 door 

Hoes in the momo, Obie it's yo dolo 

Motorola explode, I was deeply chased though 

And I erase hoes 

Bought some foreign cuts now where's the pesos 

O in the Oldsmobile, holdin on the dollar bill 

Just forget a holler for lil mama or maybe Fields 

Guess I'm a real nigga first 

Caught a thrill when I'm pushin them pills, watch it disperse 

Hoppin out the waffle house, with problem I phase you 

Pager on my waist could probably feed a nation 

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(Hook) 

I mean look 

Straight slingin rocks 

Oh man they come so crooked as... Trice! 

Get it real nigga, no gimmicks 

Pack guns, ridiculous 

(Verse) 

Hopin out the whips to straight out of this dixon 

Throw a bar, eagle on the nine and you dip it 

Super daddy-o, the champ sound audio 

Those 15's, I'm the man in the body-o 

Allow me to take it back to 92 

With a 40 ounce blue and a nigga like John Kru 

Disrespect me, I gotta go see what the ruga do 

Niggas don't follow, you be with the losers prove 

Beneath the core or whoever we love before 

Cuz whoever we lovin now keep openin heaven's door 

Cuz they comin for sure, post-mortem some orphan 

Forced to go up the hate, Obie Trice Aldrin 

Kushin the tourists, wrapped up oranges 

Drop it down somewhere cordial, don't need a tourist 

Tourist only here from some case, you can't afford this 

Money take a nigga through curses 

Nigga I work for this, I murk for this 

I erase your loved one who birthed yo bitch 

Have mercy on them law that's so powerful is 

I kept a pistol on my purse and chest for this just for this 

(Hook) 

I mean look 

Straight slingin rocks 

Oh man they come so crooked as... Trice! 

Get it real nigga, no gimmicks 

Pack guns, ridiculous 

(Verse) 

Crack poppin, Obie know where it markin 

Often mama had a problem with my logic 

She ain't never stopped so she dead, rest in peace Eleanor 

All she ever wanted for them boys was what's better for em 

What you think I'm sellin for way before the bell out 

Reapers on the porch watch a lady hit a mel out 

First in 15, nigga hoe sex sell out 

No disrespect, boy you wind up in yo mama shit 

I'm just a hustler on some dope boy gunner smith 

(Outro) 

Straight slingin rocks 

I'm just a hustler on some dope boy gunner smith 

Straight slingin rocks 

I'm just a hustler on some dope boy gunner smith 

Yea!