what you want lyrics – obie trice

what you want

you just a shiesty *ss n*gg*, o!
you never get work from us
come around here we all just gon’ f*ck you up
so d*mn shiesty, matter fact
n*gg* what the f*ck you want?!
man we gon’ f*ck yo’ *ss up
yo, yo

[obie trice]
aiyyo i shoot up the block
tell my n*gg* p front me a quarter rock
(what up o? n*gg*, ain’t sh*t for free!)
but you know me, i’m obie, down the street your little homie!
(yeah here man, take it, but remember n*gg* you owe me)
yeah whatever, how i look payin him back?
i keep the scratch, to get my mother mouse traps
chillin with rich, i might sn*tch his gat
i’m just playin the game man! (f*ck that, gimme my gun back)
sh*t, where i’m at i gets no respect
done f*cked over folks, they wanna break my neck
i can’t show my face, always meetin new friends
cause new friends equals new timbs, they spend

[chorus: repeat 2x]
what you want obie? leave me alone!
no you can’t use my f*ckin cell phone!
what you want obie? get off my d*ck!
no you can’t borrow, buy your own sh*t!

[obie trice]
“what you want obie?” hand-me-downs motherf*cker
and don’t hand me frowns when i sn*tch the timbs sweater
exit the room before me wouldn’t be smart
cause sn*tchin your personal belongings is my art
get caught? doubt it
i make a n*gg* believe (i) bought it
and change the subject, that’s the object of it
sell representative of self
hit the liquor store, make you forget the fifth on my shelf
cause obie had yo’ mind on some’n else
i figure sh*t, the fifth’s for me!
f*ck the third party
me and your b*tch can drink the whole fifth bacardi
f*ck her brains out ’til she start payin money
i know it sounds self-centered, i’m self-aware
but to self-scutinize, i don’t really care


[obie trice]
“what you want obie?” bill gates to meet
so i can purchase tapes from bmg
i can get his hanc*ck, and watch what you see
my whole block livin fair like (prince in bel-air)
instead of broken stairs and boarded up window
little jacques deliver rock in his limo
until then, i’ll utilize friends
catch you slippin, i might be drivin your benz


“what you want obie?”
yeah, what you want n*gg*? what you want?
all y’all out there, yeah
get your own – get your own
these young brothers carryin chromes
ready to come get they sh*t, yeah
you sh*t on the next man, he gon’ sh*t on you back
knahmean? sing it to ’em
sh*t on him he’ll sh*t you back
without a doubt, i’m off this track

/ obie trice lyrics