Average Man

Obie Trice | Durée : 04:16

Auteur : Obie Trice, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Steven King

Compositeur : Obie Trice, Luis Resto, Marshall Mathers, Steven King

Paroles
Ay 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 Forty-four snub hugs my scrotum when I roll, yes I hold my own Swifty think he Deebo's clone I'm aimin', watch I'm switchin' to Damon And "Next Friday" I can bet you's a changed man When them things in hand, it's not a game man I ghost ya, I bring ya much closer to Jehovah 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 composure Pop it's all over, when the fo' fo' blows and goes a When I'm up in the club And these niggas they want to act tough 'Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go Now you touched from a slug Huggin' the streets like you in love Your heart race like The ambulance arrive They rush you to 'spital, flyin' by my ride Engine like, homie you just died Your family through cryin', I pulled off a crime Just as quick as You could 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 where murder being the case And since murder was the case, it just means niggas erase Another black mother can't eat the food on her plate 'Cause she ain't got the taste, as of raising you was a waste "Such a short span young man" said at your wake First I'm a man, second I'm five eight, with size and weight Won't give a nigga the upper hand 'Cause when I pop, I give this up like Barry Sand Sit in the can, he never ran like Barry Sand Obie ain't playin', Obie got a plan And the plan is not to be layin' in earth's land I will pop before decaying in earth's land You get shot for playin' me less than a man, motherfucker When I'm up in the club And these niggas they want to act tough 'Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go Now you touched from a slug Huggin' the streets like you in love Your heart race like The ambulance arrive They rush you to 'spital, flyin' by my ride Engine like, homie you just died Your family through cryin', I pulled off a crime Just as quick as Niggas get it twisted, liquor make 'em envision That gangsterism is disrespecting a nigga's wishes Which is all that tough talk in front of bitches Yeah you fifteen deep, the Desert E'll give you stitches And I can be all the bitches and hoes you want to But I warn ya the glock could make it hot as California You be popped on the corner, flesh meetin' the coroner O's and quarantine, 'cause no holes in me, An since no holes in me, niggaz take advantage 'Til I manage to pull that hammer out they start scattering, 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 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 When I'm up in the club And these niggas they want to act tough 'Til they get plugged Watch them bullets go Now you touched from a slug Huggin' the streets like you in love Your heart race like The ambulance arrive They rush you to 'spital, flyin' by my ride Engine like, homie you just died Your family through cryin', I pulled off a crime Just as quick as
LUIS EDGARDO RESTO,MARSHALL B. III MATHERS,OBIE TRICE,STEVEN LEE KING
Universal Music Publishing Group