Get Rich, Die Trying Obie Trice

[Intro]

[Obie Trice]
I’ma get rich die trying
I’m gonna get my piece of dough pie
Cause it’s cold out here, it’s cold, it’s cold

30 below, burner underneath the bubble coat
A coke in hand that come hope
Most folks here to mess the holocaust
But most folks didn’t …
Can’t show them the ropes, you gotta wear that loose
Hang themselves, just to be aware the truth
Chasing the root of all evil, the fruits of our egos
Leaving us negros getting in illegal
That’s when the cracks go, from whatever attacks you
Back against the wall, this ain’t what a nigga asked for
What effects of life, smacking dead in the face
You serving up Tudy, she tooting on base
Basically, the paper got me in this race
My neighbors hate me, saying he’s a waste
See it’s not on my mind, not to rely on the grind
I’ma get rich or die trying

I’ma get rich die trying
I’m gonna get my piece of dough pie
Cause it’s cold out here, it’s cold, it’s cold
I’ma get rich die trying
I’m gonna get my piece of dough pie
Cause it’s cold out here, it’s cold, it’s cold