92 - Obie Trice

92, def-def-def-definitely you need to get your hustle on

92, I can’t breathe without my money

Active in the hood

Ho boy, oh boy

Straight out the gutter where niggas had to fight for it

Risk your life for it, take flight for it

Boxin' awkward in the game just like Floyd

Grams rapid, wrappin' 'em up in plastic

Put a tax on it to ship 'em off to addicts

Y’all ain’t gotta ask about my actions

I was active in the hood, a crack activist

Nah, I ain’t blow though, sold it on the low-low

Hustle up enough to put grams on the photo

Pose in the momo, Obie is so dolo

Motorola explode, I was needin' to chase dough (92)

Erase hoes, por favor custo where’s the pesos?

O in the O’s mobile, holding on a dollar bill

Just to get a holla from lil' mama and maybe feels

Real nigga first, caught a 301

I’m pushin' them pills, watch 'em disperse

Hoppin' out the waffle house, what problem I’m facing?

Pager on my waist could probably feed a nation

(Get your hustle on)

Nigga hoes sex sell out

I say «Pager on my waist could probably feed a nation»

Ch-ch--ch-ch-chase dough

(Get your hustle on)

Jump out the whips they’re straight outta the sticks, and

Throw a bald eagle on 'em, nah, nigga dip it

Shoot the netty or the jam sound audio

Those 15's, I’m the man in mi barrio

Allow me to take you back to ninety-deuce

With a 40 ounce brew and a nickel and dime too

Disrespect B.I.G, I go see what the Ruger do

Years don’t follow, you be with the losers brew

Beneath the core of whoever you love before

'Cause whoever you loving now keep open at heavens door

'Cause they coming for shorts, post-mortem, some orphan

Forced to grow up to hate Obie Trice origin

Pushin' the tourist, wrapped up oranges

Mappin' out somewhere cordial to meet a terrorist

Taurus on the hip just in case he can’t afford this

Wanna take a nigga pre-cursors

Nigga I work for this, I murk for this

I erase your loved one who birthed you, bitch

Have mercy on him Lord, superfluous

I kept a pistol on my person, just for this, just for this

92, 92, def-def-def-definitely you need to get your hustle on

92, dope boy, I sure hope somebody is listening to what I’m saying, 92

Crack poppin', Obie’s nowhere moppin'

Often, mama had a problem with my logic

She ain’t never stop shit, 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 bail out, we was on the porch watchin' lady get a mail out (92)

First and fifteenth, nigga, hoes sex sellout

No disrespect, boy, might have been yo' mama shit

I’m just a hustler on some dope boy garnishment

92, get your hustle on, dope boy