I Am Songtext / Lyric

Yo, yo I been wreckin shop since I can hardly remember

Then I pick niggaz off they axe, yell "TIMBERRRRRR!"

Obie Trice the big lip slim nigga

I got the antidote that'll heat the fuckin winter

I'm too nice for MC's to wanna fight with this

I'm more like Christ when I recite my shit

So come and +Meet Joe Black+, cause I'm the voice that you hear

when you're havin a heart attack and I appear

Obie Trice the ill nigga, Hilfiger

Polo, Girbaud, boost out the sto's

Catch niggaz on the avenue (WHO NEED CLOTHES?!)

Code name Lenny; nigga give me a penny

Penetrate your pussy girl, when I'm tipsy

Don't be scared, when thecuit's in your lights

And I cock back to cause death on site

Shit, I'm like Iron Mike when that nigga first appeared

I'm like Michael Jordan at the prime of his career

I'm like Nasty Nas down +Memory Lane+

+Sittin in Da Park+ after dark slingin my 'caine

I'm Obie Trice

Yo, I'm Obie Trice



"Y-y-y'all, y'all know the name!"

"One in a mil'" - "Got it made"

"Clever with rhymes, it's like whatever with mines"

"Represent, by all means"

"Let your mans know"

"I am" - "Obie Trice, brings terror"

"Strapped with the heat"

"Mr. Trice, dopest nigga"



Yo, yo I done travelled the world, fuck physical

but through soundwaves with my name engraved in cortex cere-bre-als

Cross the planet, niggaz took Obie Trice for granted

but managed to think twice, when a slug landed

Hand it to Obie, he'll fuck some'n up!

That shit follow me since I been breakin Tonka trucks

And cause I rap now, you think that you trap

Can't remind me of that plow from way back

I come equipped with lyrics that assist niggaz in depth

O-vorkian, at the fuckin sickly's request

I leave a mess, and take Slim Shady's advice

Cock, a wig and high heels and RuPaul for life

Obie motherfuckin Trice



w/ minor variations



I'm fat, I'll never lose that like Subway Jared

I keep killin niggaz from the, shit that you're hearin

And while I'm at my hearin, shit I just grim the judge

Roll my eyes 'til the debt don't budge

And bounce when a bitch pronounce, not guilty

Been filthy, fuckin sluts 'til nuts empty

Ugly bitches tempt me, run it

I take 'em old school with the C-section slits down her stomach

Most people might vomit

Gimme stretch marks and cigarette burns, I pay homage boo

Y'all hoes need love too

I'd rather fuck you, while the boys scream (FUCK