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Spread Yo Shit Lyrics - Cheers - Obie Trice

Ha This is DJ Seven Duece 

Fresh up out your momma's mouth 

So when she spit's you know how I "come" 

You know what I mean, haha 

We release the "Dogg" hour 

Where we give a shout out to my School Craft Playaz 

Detroit's in the house, live at Roll-in-Wills 

Obie Trice baby, check it out 

 

I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share of work 

I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf 

Did it big with clever work-ers who hit the crack 

In the back "bottled" up in that "Gerber" glass 

For what it's worth, I ain't told the half 

I'm just rambling, ya'll dick handlin' 

Tellin' my past you don't know me 

Niggaz the name's Obie, about to expose these motherfuckas 

 

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When I was down you had a lot to say 

You should mind your business and walk away 

Talkin bout me tryin to find a way 

Spread yo shit 'round town 

I ain't really got time for you 

With all that ignorant shit you do 

Niggaz need money and I do too 

That's why I ain't fucking with you 

 

"I wonder would he pass" for passive 

If a massive ass kick's inflected 

It can happen that quick, when spittin' shit 

Rapidly laying down you fag ass click 

From running your lips like a bitch 

All I know is something gotta give 

Niggaz I gotta live, it's not a poragative 

Don't speak on "The Kid" 

Lid your speach or rid you in the streets 

It's so optional, but I will be logical 

Cause when I lodge at you, it's not hospital 

Operating poppin' them hot slugs outta your abdominal 

Now your momma got a funeral attendin' 

Just for mentioning Obie Trice the Henchmen 

All I wanna do is make music and "Bench" man 

Lift my weigth up the same shit that "Jay" said 

Push your hate up, the AK's is spraying 

Motherfuckers ain't Playing(*AK sound*) 

 

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When I was down you had a lot to say 

You should mind your business and walk away 

Talkin bout me tryin to find a way 

Spread yo shit 'round town 

I ain't really got time for you 

With all that ignorant shit you do 

Niggaz need money and I do too 

That's why I ain't fucking with you 

 

That's why I don't fuck with you "kats" 

Cause this all wrap with ya'll 

But this is not an act at all 

Run ya'll trap, get clapped and fall 

Spread rumors, recieve malignant tumors 

Don't confuse music with us choosen 

Adhesive patches won't cover the bruise 

Channel "Two Anchors" won't cover the news 

They never give a fuck when it's beef between crews 

All I know is Obie paid his dues 

Made his moves and bitch niggaz hate the truth 

They rather see me laying in that body booth 

"Deep Six" rotten so the rats can chew 

That's why I don't fuck with ya'll 

Run and get ya'lls and thats really sucks for ya'll 

Talk behind backs but never to him dawg 

Wouldn't that irritate your balls 

 

When I was down you had a lot to say 

You should mind your business and walk away 

Talkin bout me tryin to find a way 

Spread yo shit 'round town 

I ain't really got time for you 

With all that ignorant shit you do 

Niggaz need money and I do too 

That's why I ain't fucking with you 

 

When I was down you had a lot to say 

You should mind your business and walk away 

Talkin bout me tryin to find a way 

Spread yo shit 'round town 

I ain't really got time for you 

With all that ignorant shit you do 

Niggaz need money and I do too 

That's why I ain't fucking with you 

 

Fuckers Obie Trice 

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