Obie Trice - I Am lyrics

[Obie Trice] Yo, yo I been wreckin shop since I can hardly remember Then I pick n***as off they axe, yell "TIMBERRRRRR!" Obie Trice the big lip slim n***a I got the antidote that'll heat the f**in winter I'm too nice for MC's to wanna fight with this I'm more like Christ when I recite my sh** So come and +Meet Joe Black+, cause I'm the voice that you hear When you're havin a heart attack and I appear Obie Trice the ill n***a, Hilfiger Polo, Girbaud, boost out the sto's Catch n***as on the avenue (WHO NEED CLOTHES?!) Code name Lenny; n***a give me a penny Penetrate your p**y girl, when I'm tipsy Don't be scared, when the biscuit's in your lights And I co*k back to cause d**h on site sh**, I'm like Iron Mike when that n***a first appeared I'm like Michael Jordan at the prime of his career I'm like Nasty Nas down +Memory Lane+ +Sittin in Da Park+ after dark slingin my 'caine I'm Obie Trice Yo, I'm Obie Trice [Chorus: scratched samples by DJ Grouch] "Y-y-y'all, y'all know the name!" "One in a mil'" - "Got it made" "Clever with rhymes, it's like whatever with mines" "Represent, by all means" "Let your mans know" "I am" - "Obie Trice, brings terror" "Strapped with the heat" "Mr. Trice, dopest n***a" [Obie Trice] Yo, yo I done travelled the world, f** physical But through soundwaves with my name engraved in cortex cere-bre-als Cross the planet, n***as took Obie Trice for granted But managed to think twice, when a slug landed Hand it to Obie, he'll f** some'n up! That sh** follow me since I been breakin Tonka trucks And cause I rap now, you think that you trap Can't remind me of that plow from way back I come equipped with lyrics that a**ist n***as in depth O-vorkian, at the f**in sickly's request I leave a mess, and take Slim Shady's advice co*k, a wig and high heels and RuPaul for life Obie motherf**in Trice [Chorus] w/ minor variations [Obie Trice] I'm fat, I'll never lose that like Subway Jared I keep k**in n***as from the, sh** that you're hearin And while I'm at my hearin, sh** I just grim the judge Roll my eyes 'til the debt don't budge And bounce when a b**h pronounce, not guilty Been filthy, f**in s*uts 'til nuts empty Ugly b**hes tempt me, run it I take 'em old school with the C-section slits down her stomach Most people might vomit Gimme stretch marks and cigarette burns, I pay homage boo Y'all hoes need love too I'd rather f** you, while the boys scream (fu*k