Spread Yo Shit

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" gla*s For what it's worth, I ain't told the half I'm just rambling, ya'll d**k handlin' Tellin' my past you don't know me Niggaz the name's Obie, about to expose these motherf**kas 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 f**king with you "I wonder would he pa*s" for pa*sive If a ma*sive a*s kick's inflected It can happen that quick, when spittin' shit Rapidly laying down you fag a*s 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 Motherf**kers ain't Playing(*AK sound*) 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 f**king with you That's why I don't f**k 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 f**k 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 f**k with ya'll Run and get ya'lls and thats really s*cks 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 f**king 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 f**king with you f**kers Obie Trice