Obie Trice - Gimme the Money lyrics

[Obie Trice] (Verse 1) You got money For you to come out, it's best I pack a gat the size of a rat in south west When I get low I get dough So it's nothin' for you to pa** me and get broke I been like this Since the lickle youth Stickin' cats for better major Skittles, too Now Or Later's, Jolly Rangers and Charlie Juice What can I say, dog, I had the sweetest tooth In middle school, ain't sh** changed but the vics Sock a n***a in his lips and take his kicks sh** Ain't this a b**h, they don't fit f** it I sell 'em quick, to get the chips At high school Things got hella proper I stop hittin' cats and start hittin' their lockers I got purses and wallets for my big pockets b**h, shut the f** up and give me the watches [Chorus: Obie Trice] When that n***a get hungry You, gimme the money b**h, gimme the money You, gimme the money When I can't get high You, gimme the money b**h, gimme the money You, gimme the money When I can't pay the rent b**h, gimme the money You, gimme the money b**h, gimme the money When the sh**'s gettin' thick You, gimme the money b**h, gimme the money (n***a) You, gimme the money (b**h) (Verse 2) When I'm starvin' and the dough get low And my daughter Kobe gotta eat, I be more go in the street Lookin' for victims, strapped with their heat You wet the payphone Your scrap's gone With me Tried to run Popped in the knee I'm popular for poppin' up on n***as when my pocket's on E, pistol point Person and a purse "Just don't k** me, I got two children" I can't front I might snatch the sh** That you probably don't want Run at two My daughter Kobe, she two And I ain't got a job So why would you ask me when I'm robbing you, f** you By all means nec'sy Get outta line while I'm stickin' The sh** right there get's messy Caliber heavy Ready to bust, n***a Run 'em j**els, or your dick's in the dust (Motherf**er) [Chorus] (Verse 3) I'm a starvin' artist, my cho, do-do I stick gats for chains like them cats, they guru b**h, gimme the money, pullin' their gat from the back We gaffle and cap, won't be raffled to strap We travel in packs, might see us comin' the day You better tuck in your chain when you see us coming your way My pockets are hurtin' Plus I'm tired of workin' But nowadays, a J-O-B just ain't workin' You trade blocks to get hot Cause if you got Dog, gimme the Glock, you just got got I drink too much and the weed be talkin' Dog get jacked by a cat from New Boston My habit is costin' Twenty dollars a fix I own So what you have gone get me out of this sh** From tents to cables To gems I'm Hardcore Detriot n***a that'll stick Lil' Kim [Chorus] [Obie Trice] I'm on one