Bottoms Up Intro

[Intro 1] I'd like to thank you all for purchasing the new Obie Trice album It's well appreciated I'd like to thank you all for copping my classic Cheers The Seconds Round's On Me, it's well appreciated, no doubt Detroit city stand up [Verse 1] They say when a nigga for testing They say that he stay kept with his Smith & Wesson Story tells us his accomplishment's a blessing Now that's what the fuck I call an urban legend When a verse kept him from serving corrections Turf he slept in had notorious conditions All of symptoms that ought to send me to prison Yet he had a vision And since then, I've witnessed those visions An eye witness to put sense into it, you ain't listening Get it? I hate to keep twisting 'em My mind ventures, I spit with conviction Nothing fabricated or based of forcism Simply kicking what's living in O Trice's system, come on [Intro 2] I wanna thank Shady records for backing me up for all those years Nigga, Eminem, Paul Rosenberg, Riggs Morales, (?) I wanna thank all my label mates, D12, 50 Cent, G-Unit Stat Quo, Bobby Creek' and Cashis, it's been one hell of a run [Verse 2] Album number truces, found him in a booth nostalging With Dre pounding the beat machine O Trice say nothing, deleting them 'Scope couldn't destroy my evening We are the elite, machine Niggas is ass backwards, thinking they in the class, as if And have access to these type of masses When I seen this, massive From a black teen with dreams of being this rapper What happened is that he slipped between the cracks Brought to your ears all the years that I've captured Re-appeared after Cheers, the classic Second Round's On Me showed you O mastered it Cause Obie not an actor in this shit Actually, it's action show you know different I'm ah be a victim on the set that I lived in 'til I die, it's Obie Tri' Try to understand this psychological span From serving them grams to inserving them fans That's right, Obie hurting them, man