Testo Spread Yo Shit

Ha! 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



done did my share of dirt, flipped my share at work

I'm the nigga that lived and slid through terror tur

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



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



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]

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 2x

Fuckers, Obie Trice