Obie Trice - BME Up lyrics

n***a we up, we don't give a f** We gon' keep holdin this sh** down n***a raise up, you can get bucked Gangstas around Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts You can't stop us now This where the riders at 'Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground BME, trust the truth's in the booth He don't take a hit to let 'em know I'm bullet-proof Rest in peace Proof, this is no truce This is, hood music brought directly to you Mac-11 in the Chevy with a n***a or two Ready for whatever, we cuckoo, loose screw Used to bungalows juicin up fiends Just to ride 'round in the new school Come from, basehead rentals, same faces, no dental Claimin they gon' pay incidentals Give a fiend a break, he see God all in ya Then he run game 'til your change all minimal Pinnin them predicaments to live that life I been spendin Benjamins since the early '90s Now BME is where a n***a can find me Still on the grind n***a still gettin mine n***a we up, we don't give a f** We gon' keep holdin this sh** down n***a raise up, you can get bucked Gangstas around Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts You can't stop us now This where the riders at 'Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground n***az, I done been around the world and back Ask about Trice, ain't sh** f**in with that BME said "Get 'em," Obie did exact Straight from the trap to the muh'f**in map Young n***a, star, do this, car Louis, where a n***a murder a track Hurdle over snares and claps So verbal, had to dumb it down so your ears adapt Now it's (Money in the Bank), Lil' Scrap's pappy 'Preme in the tank, ain't a vehic' could pa** me Ask BME how a n***a from Craft be Nasty, K covered up in the back seat Any melee comin at me - d**h day Pastor be speakin to your fam-lay G sh**, I'ma rap 'til my sun set 'Cept sun's up; BME what? n***a we up, we don't give a f** We gon' keep holdin this sh** down n***a raise up, you can get bucked Gangstas around Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts You can't stop us now This where the riders at 'Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground n***a I don't slip, handle 'em, rap's Rip Hamilton All in his mansion, gamblin Alls I'm tryin to do is match 'em, rappin Get a couple chicks, I'm ramblin, stab 'em Take 'em to the crib where it's magnum, madness Mashin, a**, as if, you ain't know the half It's BME, that's the muh'f**in staff Now I represent on they behalf - yes n***a we up, we don't give a f** We gon' keep holdin this sh** down n***a raise up, you can get bucked Gangstas around Got the world in a flux, all on the nuts You can't stop us now This where the riders at 'Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground