Obie Trice Mr. Trice Lyrics:
[Hook]
Yea
This is the Coon
I'm with my man Mr. Trice
Def entertainment bout to take over this shit
Is yall mutha fuckers ready
Once again, is yall mutha
fuckers ready.. yea.. yea

[Verse One]
Mr. Trice, One in a Mil.. Fuck
it I'm one in a bill..
fuck it I'm one in a zill yo
This specimen is rare
A big lip nigga with an ice-cold stare
I cripple infinitely yall dare
any nigga with steel balls to
try to front over here
You get done over here
Leaving niggas touch more than a
LD off a blunt over here
Cake niggas be the beat eating
And since I got a sweet
tooth I digest weaklings
Mr. Trice been caged for a minute
I hit the stage for a minute
mutha fuckers turn timid
It's the T-R-I-C-E can you feel that shit

[Hook]
Is you mutha fuckers ready
Can you feel it?
Can you feel that shit?
Napp entertainment in the house
We representing for the 99..
. the new millennium
All that shit
Mutha fucker
How you love dat .. playboy
How you love dat
How you love dat shit

[Verse Two]
Mr. Trice Bodacious with flow
And barbaric in the way I let you niggas know
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If blunt too much I still get frank
And if frank scantlis
Wait and see what bold think
We act off instinct nuttin more
Same goes for my dick with a dusty hor
I represent gore
Same reason all that red shits
on the fuckin floor
nigga what you hear for?
You don't want to see me when I'm angry
Too many of yall cats take
Mr. Trice too plainly
A Plague disease infested
And I spread it all across
your lyrical testaments..
Peasants

[Hook]
You peasant niggas ain't ready
Mutha fucker yall peasant
mutha fuckers ain't ready
This was another Moss Production
We live at Napp Entertainment
for the new Millennium
Blowin mutha fuckers out the water
Representing from the Mo Town

[Verse Three]
Mr. Trice on this rap shit I got it made
Its nuttin for me to find a spot in rap page
Disperse rep with body parts across stage
The big question is "Obie what's your age?"
Just cause I'm a young nigga
Don't mean you can't get hung nigga
Or stung by a gun trigger
I be amongst viscous figures
Who hear nuttin
Just foot steps when you runnin
Mr. Trice's stunning actious staff
They got out of line I had to axe their ass
Exlax their ass
Italy shitted on it selves when
Mr. Trice brought the fuckin wrath

[Hook]
Hey yo he just brought the mutha fuckin wrath
Napp Entertainment putting their
foot up in nigga's ass
You niggas ain't ready for that hot shit
We be droppin for the millennium
MOSS
Napp Entertainment
Mr. Trice
Executive Producer.. Mr. Wilson
Mutha Fucker this was the Coon
Opposite of other niggas
I don't give a fuck
Lyrics: Mr. Trice, Obie Trice [end]