Obie Trice - Spread Yo sh** lyrics

(feat. Kon Artist) [Intro - Proof] Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece Fresh up out your momma's mouth So when she spit's you know how I "cum" 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... [Verse - Obie Trice] I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work I'm the n***a that lived and slid through terror turf Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack In the back bottled up in that Gerbert gla** For what it's worth, I ain't told to have I'm just rambling, y'all dick handling Telling my past and you don't know me n***az the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these motherf**as [Chorus - Kon Artist] When I was down you had a lot to say You should mind your business and walk away Talk about them trying to find a way To spread yo sh** 'round town I ain't really got time for you With all that ignorant sh** you do n***az need money and I do too That's why I ain't f**ing with you [Verse - Obie Trice] I wonder would he pa** for pa**er If a ma**ive a** kick's inflected It can happen that quick, when spitting sh** Rapidly laying down your f*g a** click From running your lips like a b**h All I know is something it gotta give n***az I gotta live, it's not a poragative Don't speak on The Kid Lid your speech or rid ya 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 "Get my weight up" the same sh** that Jay said If you hate up, the AK's is sprayin Motherf**ers ain't playin! [Chorus] [Verse - Obie Trice] That's why I don't f** with you cats Cause this all wrap with y'all But this is not an act at all Run ya trap, get clapped and fall Spread rumors recieve malignant tumors Don't confuse music with us choosin Adhesive patches won't cover the bruise Channel Two anchors won't cover the news They never give a f** when it's beef between crews All I know is Obie paid his dues Made his moves and b**h n***az hate the truth They rather see me laid in that body booth Deep six, rotten so the rats can chew That's why I don't f** with y'all You'll run and get y'alls, and that really s**s for y'all Talk behind backs but never to him dawg Wouldn't that irritate your boss?! [Chorus - repeat 2x] [Outro - Obie Trice] f**ers, Obie Trice