BME Up - Obie Trice

Nigga we up, we don’t give a fuck

We gon' keep holdin this shit down

Nigga raise up, you can get bucked

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 nigga 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 nigga can find me

Still on the grind nigga still gettin mine

Niggaz, I done been around the world and back

Ask about Trice, ain’t shit fuckin with that

BME said «Get 'em,"Obie did exact

Straight from the trap to the muh’fuckin map

Young nigga, star, do this, car

Louis, where a nigga 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 nigga 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 shit, I’ma rap 'til my sun set

'cept sun’s up;

BME what?

Nigga 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, ass, as if, you ain’t know the half

It’s BME, that’s the muh’fuckin staff

Now I represent on they behalf — yes