Ups & Downs Obie Trice

[Hook]
I've been up, and I've been down
And I had this world kick me around
But I bounce back, now take a look at me now
Say I don't trust them, I don't trust them (hoes)
I see my dreams in front of me unfold
And this crazy world is oh so cold
And to my seed, let the story be told
Never did trust them, I don't trust them hoes

[Verse 1]
Yea, they back-stab ya, with no malice
Rat bastards, grown men turn faggots
You could shake a nigga hand 'til your palm get calluses
Calculate grams with 'em, tally up math and he
Still turn around and leave you stiff, paralysis
If we was parallel this possibly wouldn't happen
It would just be a myth
And all that envious shit wouldn't exist
Since this stimulates some niggas to spit
I let 'em smell the stench when a nigga's pushin the six
We could take it to that extent, wait a minute, let 'em vent
Vicious niggas incubators, shit could made it then
Replace them with real gentlemen
These feminine faggots shouldn't have been on this planet
They send the niggas upstate to they grandpappy's
Putting nothing past these tattling bastards