Average Man Lyrics - Cheers - Obie Trice

(Verse 1) 

Hey yo I'm focused, it's the loc'est 

O. Trice is holdin the soldiers, the prognosis 

Probably why I rose from zero to hope 

Cause I was wide eyed and open nosed to my approach (nigga) 

Hold the toast you provoke 

44 Snub hugs my scrotum when I roll 

Yes I hold my own 

Swifty think you debo's clone, I'm aimin 

Watch 'em switch into Damons 

And next Friday I can bet you's a changed man 

When them thangs in hands, it's not a game man 

I ghost ya, I bring ya much closer to Jehovah 

Definition of a soldier, I told ya 

I . hold the toast when I approach 

It's close at all times by my side in the holster 

O-ster roast ya, make me blow my composure 

Pop (*gunshot*) it's all over, when the fo fo blows and goes (*gunshot*) 

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(Chorus) 

When I'm up in the club 

And these niggaz they wanna act tough 

Till they get plugged 

Watch them bullets go (*bullet shot*) 

Now you touched from a slug 

Huggin the streets like you in love 

Your heart race like (*flatline*) 

The ambulance arrive (*police siren*) 

They rush you to the 'spital, flyin by my ride 

Engine like (*engine revs*), homie you just died 

Your family through cryin, I pulled off a crime 

Just as quick as . 

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(Verse 2) 

You can lose your face, in a fool's race 

I pulled my tool first nigga, you was in second place 

And second place just means you didn't react with haste 

And this diffrientiates life or murder bein the case 

And since murder was the case, it just means niggas erased 

Another black mother can't eat the food on her plate 

Cause she ain't got the taste of raisin you wasn't waste 

"Such a short span young man" said at your wake 

First I'm a man, second I'm five eight, but size and weight 

Won't give a nigga the upper hand 

Cause when I pop (*gunshot*), I get a 's up like Barry Sand 

Sit in the can, he never ran like Barry Sand 

Obie ain't playin, Obie got a plan 

And the plan is NOT to be layin in earth's land 

I will POP before decaying in earth's land 

You get SHOT for playin me less than a man motherfucker 

(Chorus) 

(Verse 3) 

Niggas get it twisted, liquor make 'em envision 

that gangsterism is disrespectin a nigga's wishes 

Which is: all the touch talk in front of bitches 

Yeah, you fifteen deep, the Desert E a give ya stitches 

And I can be all the bitches and hoes you wanna 

But I warn ya the glock could make it hot as California 

You be propped on the corner, flesh meetin the coroner 

O's in quarantine, cause no hoes in need, is no hoes in need 

Niggas take advantage 'til I manage to pull that hammer out 

They start scatterin, I'm no gangster, I'm a average man 

but be damned if I let 'em do me savage, man 

Before that I'm strapped and will challenge him 

Cocked back and that (*gunshot*) gat will damage them 

It's not a act, this is fact, this is how I'm programmed 

This is me, what I'm about, this who I am motherfucker 

(Chorus)