Black Star Lyrics

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Get the fuck up Aiyo, when I step up in the bar
Everybody hit the fuckin’ floor Lucky
motherfuckers make it to the door Cause when I
spit on mic’s, I spit raw Which cause confusion
from the bar to the dance floor I keep the club
owner vexed Cause he gotta pay me when I spit Plus
replace a lot of shit Niggers get to wildin’ When
my words echoes the room like (Get your hand out
my pockets) You sock shit while my topics rockin’
I’m banned from clubs cause of my toxic tonsils
Loud speakin’ like a fuckin’ sports announcer I
spit the block hot ‘til you rush the bouncer Or
rush the motherfucker in your way who’s bouncin’
You know O. Trice get the gats pronouncin’

Get loud motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat motherfucker, I’ma reach
motherfuckers Shady Records ‘til I sleep
motherfucker Obie Trice, nothin’ but street,
motherfucker Tear this bitch up until you bleed
motherfucker I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be,
motherfucker Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline Rush before you leave, motherfucker

When I speak I blow out your tweeters A dog Show
out with speakers Roll out with heaters I’m just a
animal eatin’ the game Jungle monkey Funky, and
Obie’s the name I roll solo Never been a hoe,
though Keep gats vocal When cats act loco Where
you at when I’m movin’ the crowd You get trampled,
mashed on Detroit style Up out your seats Pump out

the E’s Off the beats, the crowd "Obie,
please" Where my niggers at, smokin’ them
trees Off the cognac, finger fuckin’ a skeez
That’s how it is when you party with me You don’t
like it? You L7 like a square be

Get loud motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat motherfucker, I’ma reach
motherfuckers Shady Records ‘til I sleep
motherfucker Obie Trice, nothin’ but street,
motherfucker Tear this bitch up until you bleed
motherfucker I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be,
motherfucker Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline Rush before you leave, motherfucker

Yo, and since I came I’ve rearranged the place
with blaze Stage dive with Colt Seavers, DNA I’m
so addicted to gettin’ niggers lifted Drunk off
the liquid O. Trice, the misfit Dousin’ the crowd
with piss and bile We underground, motherfucker,
fix your frown I be the boy with the whiskey toy
Off a whiskey You never been to skeet before So
throw up your hands and Peep out your man’s when I
come through Next quarter Trice intervene use And
trust, I’m attackin’ it I cook up the hot shit
like Ainsley Harriet That’s why I’m so miraculous
And Obie gets you niggers pumped up I’ll see you
next coliseum, chump That’s right, it’s your Obie
Trice fucked up Off weed... E’s and whiskey

Get loud motherfucker when I speak motherfucker
Out your seat motherfucker, I’ma reach
motherfuckers Shady Records ‘til I sleep
motherfucker Obie Trice, nothin’ but street,
motherfucker Tear this bitch up until you bleed
motherfucker I wouldn’t give a fuck who you be,
motherfucker Punk, pussy, bitch or G, motherfucker
Adrenaline Rush before you leave, motherfucker