Obie Trice - k** Me lyrics

Intro: n***a, n***a you can't do that n***a you are wrong Hook: These motherf**ers wanna k** me! Probably cause I'm fly as f** Only n***a in the club be high like what They wanna k** me! Probably cause his characters tight I'm the rapper that they make sure they b**h don't like They wanna k** me! See they jealous of sale Cause I'm talented, with his arrogant self They wanna k** me! Bust him in the hood like whoa They don't understand I feel like going nuts k** me! 1st Verse: Homeboy you's a f*g, you got your momma's traits, you gossip like a b**h Hate a n***a cause your mans getting rich, I'm from the slums dumb son of a b**h Sold crack like nino, yep I got a ego, but since they wasn't present them boys don't believe you This ain't [?], this realistically, OT's history's in the streets That's why there chemistry between Eminem and me Cause he recognize the same OG Ain't nothin change but change, a n***a's nuts still hang the same, since he was a young mane A n***a slang till the sun came, till the funds gained up enough to put em in the Range Now these n***as act strange, they wanna blow out Obie Trice's brains Hook 2nd Verse: I ain't mad at ya dog, to get money on the streets I get it from billboards Homie if you subtract the voice, you'd still be giving invoices to fiends for selling them boy You see Obie is the truth, thank God I'm in this roof, left the same night, Bullets by his brain right? A couple more inches could have been a night night, but the almighty wasn't ready for O Trice I'm still here like day and night, you thought I was deceased saw my way to them bright lights I still manage, n***a my heads damaged, that ain't stop O from getting cabbage f*ggots (k** Me!!) These n***as wanna see me dead, cause the intelligence that flows through my head Wanna be a sharp shooter better be a fed, cause I ain't going no f**in where Hook 3rd Verse: I'm on my grizzly n***a O Trice make history n***a I'm from the hood I pop that trigger Shady Records till I'm six feet deeper Put a hole in a n***a tryna creep up Take your soul make you meet the grim reaper You's a sleeper, non-believer That's why you deceased up n***a Hook