BME Up (Explicit) - Obie Trice

Ni**a we up we don't give a f**k

We gon' keep holdin this sh*t down

Ni**a raise up you can get bucked

Blam Gangstas around

Got the world in a flux all on the nuts

You can't stop us now

This where the riders at

'Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground

BME trust the truth's in the booth

He don't take a hit to let 'em know I'm bullet-proof

Rest in peace Proof this is no truce

This is hood music brought directly to you

Mac-11 in the Chevy with a ni**a or two

Ready for whatever we cuckoo loose screw

Used to bungalows juicin up fiends

Just to ride 'round in the new school

Come from basehead rentals same faces no dental

Claimin they gon' pay incidentals

Give a fiend a break he see God all in ya

Then he run game 'til your change all minimal

Pinnin them predicaments to live that life

I been spendin Benjamins since the early '90s

Now BME is where a ni**a can find me

Still on the grind ni**a still gettin mine

Ni**a we up we don't give a f**k

We gon' keep holdin this sh*t down

Ni**a raise up you can get bucked

Blam Gangstas around

Got the world in a flux all on the nuts

You can't stop us now

This where the riders at

'Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground

Niggaz I done been around the world and back

Ask about Trice ain't sh*t f**kin with that

BME said "Get 'em " Obie did exact

Straight from the trap to the muh'f**kin map

Young ni**a star do this car

Louis where a ni**a murder a track

Hurdle over snares and claps

So verbal had to dumb it down so your ears adapt

Now it's (Money in the Bank) Lil' Scrap's pappy

'Preme in the tank ain't a vehic' could pass me

Ask BME how a ni**a from Craft be

Nasty K covered up in the back seat

Any melee comin at me - death day

Pastor be speakin to your fam-lay

G sh*t I'ma rap 'til my sun set

'Cept sun's up; BME what

Ni**a we up we don't give a f**k

We gon' keep holdin this sh*t down

Ni**a raise up you can get bucked

Blam Gangstas around

Got the world in a flux all on the nuts

You can't stop us now

This where the riders at

'Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground

Ni**a I don't slip handle 'em rap's Rip Hamilton

All in his mansion gamblin

Alls I'm tryin to do is match 'em rappin

Get a couple chicks I'm ramblin stab 'em

Take 'em to the crib where it's magnum madness

Mashin a** as if you ain't know the half

It's BME that's the muh'f**kin staff

Now I represent on they behalf - yes

Ni**a we up we don't give a f**k

We gon' keep holdin this sh*t down

Ni**a raise up you can get bucked

Blam Gangstas around

Got the world in a flux all on the nuts

You can't stop us now

This where the riders at

'Til we posted up somewhere beneath the ground