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Obie Trice - Ups and Downs Lyrics




[9 seconds instrumental]

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
I've been uup, - and I've been doown,
And I had this world kick me aroouund!
But I bounce back, now take a look at me noow;
See? I don't trust them! - I don't trust them - hoes!
I see my dreams in front of me unfoold
And this crazy woorld is oh so coold.
And to my seed, - let the story be toold;
Never did trust them! (yeah!) - I don't trust them - hoes!

[Obie Trice:]
They back-stab ya - with no malice! - Rat bastards! - Grown men turn faggots! (faggots!)
You could shake a nigga hand 'til your palm get calluses,
Calculate grams with 'em, tally up math and he
Still turn around and leave you stiff, - paralysis.
If - we was parallel this
Possibly wouldn't happen - IT - would just be a myth; (myth!)
And all that envious shit wouldn't exist! (exist!)
Since this stimulates some niggaz to spit.
I let 'em smell the stench when a nigga's pushin' the six (six!)
We could take it to that extent. - Wait a minute; let 'em vent! (vent!)
Vicious - niggaz incubators, shit could made it then
Replace them with - real gentlemen!
These feminine faggots
Shouldn't have been on this planet; (planet!)
They send the niggaz upstate to their grandpappies.
Puttin' nothin' past these tattlin' bastards...

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice:]
There you got groupie chicks goin' at him (at him!)
Fabricatin' what happened. - Just to platinum their clothes!
It's a patter-n. - They want you to man-handle 'em
'Til their ass exposed. - Put you on the news, she a nuisance!
It take two to tango but she don't think so.
Hoes is abusive, so I drink slow;
I realize the future when I mingle;
Hoes set you up. - So rough, they
Forget the hoe they were. (were!)
They focus on false shit what didn't occur!
Deceive detectives, statements are blurred; (blurred!)
Reversin' what virtually happened with her! (with her!)
Her don't trust! - Baby we just had a burr;
She willingly lift up her skirt, "Your Honor"!

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice:]
Now see this industry's risky if you ain't 50!
They don't mark your dollars. - You see Interscope's iffy,
If he sell less than - multi-million dollar copies, they drop him!
See? Jimmy's watchin'!
If he - purchase my product
O might have options, show progress.
Longest most y'all coppin',
The non-sense is opposite of him!
Props givin' when the projects shows profit;
This process is hard for most artists.
If he ain't targetted as what's poppin',
This is not O. Trice's problem!
"Real name, no gimmicks", get it regardless!
Steel guard up!
Don't trust A&R's cause
If they knew music, we'll be much farther...

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Unknown Singer]
Haahh! - Hoe - dust off - and bust, - the rest of us
Ah-hah, hah-hah, hahh-haaaahhh!
Don't trust them! (don't trust theeeeeeeeem!) Don't trust them! (don't trust theeeeem!)
Nah-nah, nah-nah-naaaahhh! (oh, shiiit!)
She lyin' while you're cryin' them teeeeraaarssss;
But I been schooled by these streets for yeeaarssss,
I don't trust theeee-eeeem! - I don't trust theeeeem!
Nah-nah, nah-naaah! - Nah-nah, nah-naaah! [echoes] [beat fades out]
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[9 seconds instrumental]

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
I've been uup, - and I've been doown,
And I had this world kick me aroouund!
But I bounce back, now take a look at me noow;
See? I don't trust them! - I don't trust them - hoes!
I see my dreams in front of me unfoold
And this crazy woorld is oh so coold.
And to my seed, - let the story be toold;
Never did trust them! (yeah!) - I don't trust them - hoes!

[Obie Trice:]
They back-stab ya - with no malice! - Rat bastards! - Grown men turn faggots! (faggots!)
You could shake a nigga hand 'til your palm get calluses,
Calculate grams with 'em, tally up math and he
Still turn around and leave you stiff, - paralysis.
If - we was parallel this
Possibly wouldn't happen - IT - would just be a myth; (myth!)
And all that envious shit wouldn't exist! (exist!)
Since this stimulates some niggaz to spit.
I let 'em smell the stench when a nigga's pushin' the six (six!)
We could take it to that extent. - Wait a minute; let 'em vent! (vent!)
Vicious - niggaz incubators, shit could made it then
Replace them with - real gentlemen!
These feminine faggots
Shouldn't have been on this planet; (planet!)
They send the niggaz upstate to their grandpappies.
Puttin' nothin' past these tattlin' bastards...

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice:]
There you got groupie chicks goin' at him (at him!)
Fabricatin' what happened. - Just to platinum their clothes!
It's a patter-n. - They want you to man-handle 'em
'Til their ass exposed. - Put you on the news, she a nuisance!
It take two to tango but she don't think so.
Hoes is abusive, so I drink slow;
I realize the future when I mingle;
Hoes set you up. - So rough, they
Forget the hoe they were. (were!)
They focus on false shit what didn't occur!
Deceive detectives, statements are blurred; (blurred!)
Reversin' what virtually happened with her! (with her!)
Her don't trust! - Baby we just had a burr;
She willingly lift up her skirt, "Your Honor"!

[Chorus]

[Obie Trice:]
Now see this industry's risky if you ain't 50!
They don't mark your dollars. - You see Interscope's iffy,
If he sell less than - multi-million dollar copies, they drop him!
See? Jimmy's watchin'!
If he - purchase my product
O might have options, show progress.
Longest most y'all coppin',
The non-sense is opposite of him!
Props givin' when the projects shows profit;
This process is hard for most artists.
If he ain't targetted as what's poppin',
This is not O. Trice's problem!
"Real name, no gimmicks", get it regardless!
Steel guard up!
Don't trust A&R's cause
If they knew music, we'll be much farther...

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Unknown Singer]
Haahh! - Hoe - dust off - and bust, - the rest of us
Ah-hah, hah-hah, hahh-haaaahhh!
Don't trust them! (don't trust theeeeeeeeem!) Don't trust them! (don't trust theeeeem!)
Nah-nah, nah-nah-naaaahhh! (oh, shiiit!)
She lyin' while you're cryin' them teeeeraaarssss;
But I been schooled by these streets for yeeaarssss,
I don't trust theeee-eeeem! - I don't trust theeeeem!
Nah-nah, nah-naaah! - Nah-nah, nah-naaah! [echoes] [beat fades out]
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Writer: MAURICE ERNEST GIBB, ROBIN HUGH GIBB, BARRY ALAN GIBB, CORDOZAR BROADUS, WARRYN S. CAMPBELL
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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