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"Spread Yo Shit"
 (feat. Kon Artist)
 
 [Intro - Proof]
 Hah! This is DJ Seven Duece
 Fresh up out your momma's mouth
 So when she spit's you know how I "cum"
 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...
 
 [Verse - Obie Trice]
 I done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work
 I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror turf
 Did it big with clever workers who hid the crack
 In the back bottled up in that Gerbert glass
 For what it's worth, I ain't told to have
 I'm just rambling, y'all dick handling
 Telling my past and you don't know me
 Niggaz the name's Obie, I'm bout to expose these motherfuckas
 
 [Chorus - Kon Artist]
 When I was down you had a lot to say
 You should mind your business and walk away
 Talk about them trying to find a way
 To 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 fucking with you
 
 [Verse - Obie Trice]
 I wonder would he pass for passer
 If a massive ass kick's inflected
 It can happen that quick, when spitting shit
 Rapidly laying down your fag ass click
 From running your lips like a bitch
 All I know is something it gotta give
 Niggaz I gotta live, it's not a poragative
 Don't speak on The Kid
 Lid your speech or rid ya 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
 "Get my weight up" the same shit that Jay said
 If you hate up, the AK's is sprayin
 Motherfuckers ain't playin!
 
 [Chorus]
 
 [Verse - Obie Trice]
 That's why I don't fuck with you cats
 Cause this all wrap with y'all
 But this is not an act at all
 Run ya trap, get clapped and fall
 Spread rumors recieve malignant tumors
 Don't confuse music with us choosin
 Adhesive patches won't cover the bruise
 Channel Two anchors won't cover the news
 They never give a fuck 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 laid in that body booth
 Deep six, rotten so the rats can chew
 That's why I don't fuck with y'all
 You'll run and get y'alls, and that really sucks for y'all
 Talk behind backs but never to him dawg
 Wouldn't that irritate your boss?!
 
 [Chorus - repeat 2x]
 
 [Outro - Obie Trice]
 Fuckers, Obie Trice 
            
 
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