Bme Up Lyrics - Bottoms Up - Obie Trice

[6 seconds instrumental] 

[Intro:] 

Uh-uh, uh... uhhh! 

[Chorus:] 

Nigga, we up; - we don't give a fuck! 

We gon' keep holdin' this shit dooowwn! 

This nigga raise up, - you can get bucked. [echoes] [shot] - Gangstas a-roouund! 

Got the world in a flux - all on the nuts! 

You can't stop us noooow! (this where the riders at!) 

Till we posted up somewhere beneath the groouund! 

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[Verse 1:] 

BME! - Trust the truth's in the booth! 

He don't take a hit to let 'em know I'm bulletproof. 

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! (90's!) 

Now BME is where a nigga can find me, 

Still on the grind, nigga still gettin' mine! 

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[Chorus] 

[Verse 2:] 

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 muhfuckin' 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'm a rap 'til my sun set, 

'Cept sun's up. - BME, what?! 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3:] 

Nigga, I don't slip; handle 'em. - Rap's Rip Hamilton! 

All in his mansion - gamblin' 

All's I'm tryna 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! [acapella] 

[Chorus] [beat stops]