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Obie Trice - Текст песни Pistol Pistol
O' Trice c'mon 
Yeah, **** got me 
I'mma get 'em 
It ain't over 
You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of **** juice 
And I'm poppin' a ****, 'bout to fix this issue 
You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you 
You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue 
Or either have a bag on your hip to **** through 
You seen us on the ave ain't just to get you 
While my **** is a **** when I lift it hits you 
'Cause I don't go nowhere without my **** 
Solemnly swear, on my daughters tears 
The **** that got 'em in the head to fill it before the year ends 
I hope you inconspicuous my friend 
'Cause once the word get back you in a world of sin 
**** will hurdle at him for tryna murder what's 
Been determined as the first solo African 
To go platinum where the accident happened at 
But maggots I'm alive with vengeance to get back 
My momma blood pressure was affected from that 
My little girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time 
Exact now **** act wild, when the **** come out 
Y'all **** ex' out 
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And I don't wanna hear X Y Z 
I'm X'ing out your whole entity for tryin' to **** me 
Filthy mutha **** I'll show you what real be 
When these **** light up your kidneys 
I'm so sincere, you see in a hearse this year 
It's not a verse it's a curse from birth 
And what's on your person over here, this is Obie hearin' clear 
**** beware we're coming at you with fire**** in air 
And your purpose on superfluous, how could I be merciful 
When **** me's a mercenary's goal? 
**** I got paper I'll have your **** urgently exposed 
No emergency's bringin' back your souls 
**** shatter your bones for **** 
Learn this pattern-in, we catch him at home, he wrong 
That's when **** sporadically catch him in the abdomen 
Another dirty mutha**** gone 
You can catch me in the whip with a 5th of **** juice 
And I'm poppin' a ****, 'bout to fix this issue 
You pray that I don't hit, I ain't equipped to miss you 
You're gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue 
Or either have a bag on your hip to **** through 
You seen us on the ave ain't just to get you 
While my **** is a **** when I lift it hits you 
'Cause I don't go nowhere without my ****











