Obie Trice - Average Man lyrics

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Verse 1]

Hey yo I'm focused, it's the locust

O. Trice is holdin the soldiers, the prognosis

Probably why I rose from zero to hope

Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed on my approach (nigga)

Hold the toast you provoke

44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll

Yes I hold my own

Swifty think you dee-bo's clone, I'm aimin

Watch 'em switchin to Damons

And Next Friday I can bet you's a changed man

With them things in hands, it's not a game man

I ghost ya, I bring ya so much closer to Ja over

Definition of a soldier, I told ya

I .. hold the toast when I approach

It's close at all times by my side in the holster

O-ster roast ya, make me blow my composture

Pop (*gunshot*) it's all over, when the fo fo blows it's over(*gunshot*)

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When I'm up in the club

And these niggaz they wanna act tough

'Til they get plugged

Watch them bullets go (*bullet shot*)

Now you touched so much slug

Huggin the streets like you in love

Your heart race like (*flatline*)

The ambulance arrive (*police siren*)

They rush you to the spittal, flyin by my ride

Engine like (*engine revs*), homie you just died

Your family through cryin, I pulled off a crime

Just as quick as ..

[Verse 2]

Lose your face, in a fool's race

I pulled my tool first nigga, you was in second place

And second place just means you didn't react with haste

And this differentiates life with murder bein the case

And since murder was the case, it just means niggas erased

Another black mother can't eat the food on her plate

Cause she ain't got the taste of raisin you was a waste

Such a short span young man, said at your wake

First I'm a man, second I'm five eight, but size and weight

Won't give a nigga the upper hand

Cause when I pop (*gunshot*), I get a 'sup like Barry Sand

Sit in the can, you never ran like Barry Sand

Obie ain't playin, Obie got a plan

And the plan is NOT to be layin in earth's sand

I will POP before decayin in earths land

You get SHOT for playin me less than a man, motherfucker

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[Verse 3]

Niggaz get it twisted, liquor make 'em envision

that gangsterism is disrespectin a niggaz wishes

Which is all the tough talk in front of bitches

Yeah you 6 feet deep, the Desert Eagle give ya stitches

And I can bet all the bitches and hoes you wanna

But I warn ya the glock would make it hot as California

You be propped on the corner, flesh meetin the coroner

O's and quarantine, cause no holes in me, yes theres no holes in me

Niggaz take advantage 'til I manage to pull that hammer out

They start scatterin, I'm no gangster, I'm a average man

but be damned if I let 'em do me savage man

Before that I'm strapped and will challenge him

Cocked back and that (*gunshot*) gat will damage them

It's not a act, this is fact, this is how I'm programmed

This is me, what I'm about, this who I am motherfucker

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