Obie Trice III was born and raised in Detroit, Michigan by his mother, along with three brothers. He is of African American and German descent. Trice was given a karaoke machine by his mother when he was eleven and he used it to rhyme over instrumentals from artists such as N.W.A. By the age of fourteen, he was attending rap battle spots around Detroit, notably including the Hip Hop Shop.
Obie Trice went by the name of Obie 1 during this time, but when he first met Proof, who was about to introduce him at the Hip Hop Shop, Proof asked him, "What's your name? Your real name, no gimmicks." He was then introduced as Obie Trice, and has kept his real name as his rap name. Trice was introduced to Eminem through D12 member Bizarre. Hot Rapper: Obie Trice. Rolling Stone. Accessed January 22, 2008. Later, Trice received a call from his manager informing him that he would be having dinner with Eminem, and later that night they went to a Kid Rock party.
Before first major release, early years on Shady Records
As an acquaintance of D12 member Bizarre, Obie was signed after a personal introduction to Eminem allowed him to impress the Detroit rap legend in-person. The general public were first introduced to Obie on D12's Devil's Night album on a skit. His one-line opener ("Obie Trice: Real name, no gimmicks" - taken from his song "Rap Name" and referring to the lack of a rap pseudonym) on Eminem's lead single; "Without Me", off the critically-acclaimed and commercially successful The Eminem Show increased public awareness of his name and slogan. Obie also appeared in the video for the song, body-slamming a dummy representing Moby. Appearances on DJ Green Lantern's official Shady Records Invasion mixtape series, allowed him to further his public recognition.
In 2002, Trice appeared in 8 Mile as one of the rappers in the Chin Tiki parking lot scene. Trice also has a featured appearance as Big Pimpin' in the Detroit made independent feature film Life Goes On, which will premiere at the Cannes International Film Festival in May 2006.
A short while before the first Invasion mixtape was released, he became involved in the Eminem-Benzino beef after being called out by Benzino with the line "Obie Trice/You's a buster" in a diss-track directed at Eminem and Shady Records. In response to Benzino, Obie released the track "Welcome to Detroit City" (a track over the beat from Cam'ron's song "Welcome to New York City") on the first Invasion mixtape. He also joined his label-mates in the highly publicised Ja Rule-50 Cent beef but never received a direct response from Ja Rule.
Cheers
His debut album Cheers was released on September 23, 2003 with its first single "Got Some Teeth" being well received on radio in a number of countries. He also released the songs "Don't Come Down" and "The Set Up". The album consists of 17 tracks with production from Eminem, Dr. Dre, Timbaland, Mike Elizondo, Emile, Fredwreck and Denaun Porter. Artists featuring on Cheers include Busta Rhymes, Eminem, Dr. Dre, Nate Dogg and D12 among others. The album was eventually certified platinum by the RIAA.
Second Rounds On Me
As of 2005 he has begun work on his second album, entitled 2nd Rounds On Me, which was expected later that year. Never making the 2005 calendar mark, Obie set sights on releasing it in 2006. Although the album will be released by Shady Records, it will feature a lineup primarily comprised of local Detroit rappers with decreased presence from Eminem and other Shady/Aftermath artists.
Shooting
On December 31, 2005, Trice was shot twice while driving on the Lodge Expressway by Wyoming Avenue in Detroit. One of the bullets entered his skull. Trice was able to drive off the expressway, where his girlfriend waved down police. He was taken to Providence Hospital and released later that day. Doctors are still contemplating whether or not to remove the bullet which entered his head, as it may be too dangerous to operate.
Leaving Shady Records, current situation
Obie Trice left Shady Records on June 26, 2008, because of a dispute because Interscope claimed they would not fund another Obie Trice CD. This news was first put into circulation by Hip-Hop blog Urban Lookout; a few days after they broke the news, a track (Giants) leaked confirming the rumor. Even though Obie has left Shady Records, Eminem's manager Paul Rosenberg says that Eminem and Obie are still close friends, and that Eminem will still work with Obie Trice on future projects.
Discography:
Cheers (2003) - Platinum
2nd Rounds On Me (2006) Released:August 15, 2006
Featured/Other songs:
"Doe Ray Me": D12 and Obie Trice
"Love Me": Eminem, 50 Cent and Obie Trice
"Drips": Eminem and Obie Trice
"Spend Some Time": Eminem, 50 Cent, Stat Quo and Obie Trice
"Adrenaline Rush": Obie Trice
"Fok de Macht": The Opposites and Obie Trice
"Loyalty": D12 and Obie Trice
"Doctor Doctor": Bizarre and Obie Trice
"72nd & Central": Proof, J-Hill and Obie Trice
"Stay Bout It": Obie Trice and Stat Quo
"Growing Up in the Hood": The Game and Obie Trice
"Hennessey": 2Pac and Obie Trice
"Drama Setter": Tony Yayo, Eminem, and Obie Trice
"It Has Been Said": Eminem, Diddy and Obie Trice
"War": Trick Trick and Obie Trice
"Hustler": 50 Cent and Obie Trice
"Get That Money": 50 Cent, Obie Trice, and Lloyd Banks
"Get That Money (remix)": 50 Cent, Obie Trice, Lloyd Banks, and Krondon
72nd and Central
Obie Trice Lyrics
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John John, could, could I get your autograph?
Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid)
Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just
Could you sign this for me please? (Sure, what's your name?)
Thanks thanks, I'm a real big fan, thanks thanks
(Here you are) Thanks a lot!
Could do that, hot as hell though
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch for real
Roll with a couple niggaz like Dave SeVille
'Cause they'll, uh clean you out like some golden seals
Put your hands up, give me yo' scrill nigga, uhh
(Two by two) Your bucket is clean, you ridin' mean
Pull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)
School Craft wanna jingle your keys
Whatchu 'bout to do? Bleed!
(3, 1, 3) Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you
Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun-Tzu
In the jungle stay humble or stumble and fumble
'Til death inside a rumble
(Four by four) Rule four better get this down
Before niggaz gon' beef better have that four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew it
Your main man's settin' you up nigga you blew it
Told him what you doin', nigga, you're ruined
You ain't knowin'?
(6, 6, 6) The Devil's your man, the ghetto's your land
When you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for sand?
Never snitch when you clip and put your melons in cans
(Seven by seven) Rule seven kinda where my heart at
You want beef in the street? Don't start that
'Cause we'll have some niggaz up in yo' apartment
Jumpin' outta places where it's real dark at, uhh
(Eight by eight) You're carryin' weight, hey, but wait
A lot of hungry niggaz know where you stay
Address your address, change your place
Before you spray nigga
(Nine by nine) I learned a lot from stank if you got bank
Fuck buyin' gats bitch, get a tank
Fuck a firearm, get a wired bomb
'Cause when you blow yourself up at least you dyin' warm
Ten jewels
[Chorus]
Ten reasons, nine Glocks, eight shots
Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (for sho!)
Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, family
We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
Get a whole, three niggaz, one song (for sho!)
Five ways, six days, seven plus
Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all
(Nine by nine) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills?
Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block killed
Don't let the "Purple Pills" shit confuse you
One outta my hand, the life'll lose you nigga
(Eight by eight) You lay at your wake
You was played, slugs struck the Escalade
Your brain rest on what Motor City paved
No more sunny days
(Seven by seven) Rule seven, some'in you better tell 'em
Good coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'em
Cause they'll put some'in up into your cerebellum
Proof, you better tell 'em
(Six by six) Assume it's only for conversation
Let's conversate, simple nigga the .38 indiff'
Mine'll set trip, empty out the clip
Hold up, a .38 ain't got clips
(Five by five) Niggaz be live before they die
'Til the test the wrong animal then they spirit fly
Just know the game while you playin the tough guy
That's yo' life
(Four by four) For all you niggaz think this rap shit's a joke
You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloak
I put my fuckin' heart into this shit that I wrote
You muh'fuckers on some dope?
(Three by three) Watch who near you, focus on your rear view
Outta life, yo the trife wanna clear you
Don't get caught on E and fought on streets
Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3"
(Two by two) Trust no one when you're gettin' them
Put your life in perspective, you're killin 'em
Envious niggaz stay jealousy driven
Niggaz need to be listenin'
(One by one) It's one reason why I still let you breathe
It's one reason why the fuckin' tec won't squeeze
It's one reason why you ain't go out like NSync
That's 'cause it's one other nigga that'll do it for me, yo
[Chorus]
Ten jewels
The song "72nd and Central" by Obie Trice is a gritty portrayal of the harsh realities of urban life. The lyrics are filled with references to firearms and violence, but also include a number of lessons and warnings for those who would live that lifestyle. The song features a number of different rules, each with its own admonition for those trying to survive on the city streets.
The song starts out with a reference to John Lennon, with Obie asking for his autograph. This serves as a stark reminder of the contrast between the art and beauty of life and the violence and danger of the streets. From there, the song delves into a series of rules for survival, starting with the importance of surrounding yourself with strong allies and the dangers of getting robbed.
The lyrics touch on a number of different topics, including avoiding snitches, carrying weight, and the importance of staying humble. The chorus repeats the phrase "ten jewels," which seems to be a reference to the lessons learned through these various rules. Overall, the song is a powerful call to action and a stark reminder of the harsh realities of urban life.
Line by Line Meaning
Mr. Lennon, Mr. Lennon!
Hey, Mr. Lennon, may I have your autograph?
John John, could, could I get your autograph?
Hey, John, can I please get your autograph?
Could I get your autograph? (Sure kid)
Sure, kid. I can give you my autograph.
Oh, yeah yeah yeah, just
Yeah, sure, I'll sign it for you. Just give me a moment.
Could you sign this for me please? (Sure, what's your name?)
Sure, what's your name? I'll sign it for you.
Thanks thanks, I'm a real big fan, thanks thanks
Thank you, thank you! I'm a huge fan!
(Here you are) Thanks a lot!
Here you go. Thank you very much!
Word uhh
Listen carefully
Could do that, hot as hell though
I can do that, even though it's really hot outside
Yo yo, what, uhh what
Hey, what's up?
Bella {?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Come on, Bella, start dancing to this beat
Set it down dawg, what
Calm down, my friend
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch for real
The first rule in this place is important
Roll with a couple niggaz like Dave Seville
Hang out with a few guys like Dave Seville
'Cause they'll, uh clean you out like some golden seals
Because they will rob you completely like taking gold seals
Put your hands up, give me yo' scrill nigga, uhh
Put your hands up and give me your money, my friend
(Two by two) Your bucket is clean, you ridin' mean
Your car is in good condition and you are driving aggressively
Pull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)
Stop at the traffic light in those Spree's (give me that!)
School Craft wanna jingle your keys
People on School Craft Street want to steal your car keys
Whatchu 'bout to do? Bleed!
What are you going to do? Get injured!
(3, 1, 3) Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you
You don't control the streets, the streets control you
Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun-Tzu
Threaten your children with a gun using strategies from "Art of War" by Sun-Tzu
In the jungle stay humble or stumble and fumble
In this harsh environment, remain humble or make mistakes and fail
'Til death inside a rumble
Until you die in a physical fight
(Four by four) Rule four better get this down
The fourth rule is essential to understand
Before niggaz gon' beef better have that four-pound (uhh)
Before getting into conflicts, make sure you have a firearm
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Shoot four shots and forcefully enter a location
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
Leave town immediately, my friend
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew it
People deceive each other, didn't you know that?
Your main man's settin' you up nigga you blew it
Your trusted friend is betraying you, you messed up
Told him what you doin', nigga, you're ruined
You revealed your plans to him, and now you're destroyed
You ain't knowin'?
You didn't realize?
(6, 6, 6) The Devil's your man, the ghetto's your land
You are associated with evil, and the ghetto is your home
When you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ran
When you were confronted, you got scared and fled
When you got sugar, why settle for sand?
When you have something good, why accept something mediocre?
Never snitch when you clip and put your melons in cans
Never reveal information when you shoot and kill people
(Seven by seven) Rule seven kinda where my heart at
The seventh rule is close to my heart
You want beef in the street? Don't start that
If you want a fight in the streets, don't initiate it
'Cause we'll have some niggaz up in yo' apartment
Because we will send some people to your apartment to deal with you
Jumpin' outta places where it's real dark at, uhh
They will surprise you by emerging from dark and hidden spots
(Eight by eight) You're carryin' weight, hey, but wait
You are involved in illegal activities, but hold on
A lot of hungry niggaz know where you stay
Many desperate people know your location
Address your address, change your place
Be aware of your address and consider moving
Before you spray nigga
Before you start shooting, my friend
(Nine by nine) I learned a lot from stank if you got bank
I gained valuable knowledge from a dangerous situation if you are wealthy
Fuck buyin' gats bitch, get a tank
Forget about purchasing guns, get a tank
Fuck a firearm, get a wired bomb
Forget about using firearms, get an explosive bomb
'Cause when you blow yourself up at least you dyin' warm
Because if you blow yourself up, at least you will die in a fiery explosion
Ten jewels
These are ten valuable pieces of advice
(Nine by nine) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills?
Does taking pills make me less authentic?
Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block killed
If you bring trouble to my neighborhood, your entire community will suffer
Don't let the "Purple Pills" shit confuse you
Don't let the drug references in the song 'Purple Pills' mislead you
One outta my hand, the life'll lose you nigga
If I fire one shot, it could take your life
(Eight by eight) You lay at your wake
You will be lying dead at your own funeral
You was played, slugs struck the Escalade
You were tricked, bullets hit the Escalade
Your brain rest on what Motor City paved
Your brain finds its final resting place on the streets of Motor City
No more sunny days
There will be no more happy and peaceful days
(Seven by seven) Rule seven, some'in you better tell 'em
The seventh rule, something you should inform them about
Good coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'em
If you have good cocaine and marijuana, you should sell them
Cause they'll put some'in up into your cerebellum
Because they will harm your brain and cause damage
Proof, you better tell 'em
Hey, Proof, you need to inform them
(Six by six) Assume it's only for conversation
Consider that this information is only for discussion
Let's conversate, simple nigga the .38 indiff'
Let's have a conversation while ignoring the simple-mindedness of a .38
Mine'll set trip, empty out the clip
My gun can malfunction, causing it to release all bullets
Hold up, a .38 ain't got clips
Wait, a .38 gun does not have detachable magazines
(Five by five) Niggaz be live before they die
People act tough before they meet their end
'Til the test the wrong animal then they spirit fly
Until they challenge the wrong person and lose their life
Just know the game while you playin the tough guy
Understand the situation while you pretend to be tough
That's yo' life
That's how you choose to live
(Four by four) For all you niggaz think this rap shit's a joke
This is for all the people who believe rap music is just a joke
You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloak
You will face physical violence and danger
I put my fuckin' heart into this shit that I wrote
I invested my emotions and effort into writing this music
You muh'fuckers on some dope?
Are you all under the influence of drugs or something?
(Three by three) Watch who near you, focus on your rear view
Be cautious of the people around you and pay attention to your surroundings
Outta life, yo the trife wanna clear you
People who embrace a dishonest lifestyle want to harm you
Don't get caught on E and fought on streets
Don't get caught in a situation where you are exhausted and fighting in the streets
Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3"
Become a victim of crimes similar to those in the video game "Grand Theft Auto 3"
(Two by two) Trust no one when you're gettin' them
Don't trust anyone when you are gaining success
Put your life in perspective, you're killin 'em
Look at your own life objectively, you're succeeding
Envious niggaz stay jealousy driven
Jealous people remain driven by envy
Niggaz need to be listenin'
People need to pay attention
(One by one) It's one reason why I still let you breathe
There's one specific reason why I haven't killed you yet
It's one reason why the fuckin' tec won't squeeze
This is the same reason why I haven't shot you
It's one reason why you ain't go out like NSync
This is the reason why you didn't die like the boy band NSync
That's 'cause it's one other nigga that'll do it for me, yo
It's because there's someone else who will kill you in my place
Ten reasons, nine Glocks, eight shots
These are ten reasons along with nine firearms and eight bullets
Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (for sho!)
Seven police officers and six criminals fall in five different areas, without a doubt
Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, family
Three relatives, two of whom are involved in illegal activities, one law enforcement officer, all part of the same family
We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
We prioritize no one above ourselves, these ten pieces of advice should be shared with others
It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
There's one objective and one mission, split into two parts
Get a whole, three niggaz, one song (for sho!)
Become a unified group, three individuals working together on one song, without question
Five ways, six days, seven plus
Cover all possible approaches, complete the task in six days, and add seven more to ensure success
Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all
Use an AK-47, and we can unleash a flurry of bullets on all of you
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
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@YungTazOfficial
Word uhh
Could do that, hot as hell though
Yo.. yo, what, uhh.. what
Bella{?} hop to this, what, uhh, uhh
Set it down dawg, what..
[Verse 1: J-Hill]
(One by one) Rule one up in this bitch for real
Roll with a couple niggas like Dave SeVille
Cause they'll, uh - clean you out like some golden seals
Put your hands up, give me yo' scrill nigga, uhh
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
(Two by two) Your bucket is clean, you ridin mean
Pull up at the light on them Spree's (gimme that!)
School Craft wanna jingle your keys
Whatchu 'bout to do? Bleed!
[Verse 3: Proof]
(Three one three) Y'all don't run the streets, the streets run you
Put a gun to your kids, "Art of War" Sun-Tzu
In the jungle stay humble or stumble and fumble
'til death inside a rumble
[Verse 4: J-Hill]
(Four by four) Rule four better get this down
Before niggas gon' beef better have that four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
[Verse 5: Obie Trice]
(Five by five) Niggas connive, I thought you knew it
Your main man's settin you up nigga you blew it
Told him what you doin, nigga, you're ruined
You ain't knowin?
[Verse 6: Proof]
(Six six six) The Devil's your man, the ghetto's your land
When you got knocked yo' block turned yellow and ran
When you got sugar, why settle for sand?
Never snitch when you clip and put your melons in cans
[Verse 7: J-Hill]
(Seven by seven) Rule seven kinda where my heart at
You want beef in the street? Don't start that
Cause we'll have some niggas up in yo' apartment
Jumpin outta places where it's real dark at, uhh
[Verse 8: Obie Trice]
(Eight by eight) You're carryin weight, hey, but wait
A lot of hungry niggas know where you stay
Address your address, change your place
Before you spray nigga
[Verse 9: Proof]
(Nine by nine) I learned a lot from stank if you got bank
Fuck buyin gats bitch, get a tank
Fuck a firearm, get a wired bomb
Cause when you blow yourself up at least you dyin warm {*explosion*}
Ten jewels
[Chorus: Proof & J-Hill]
Ten reasons, nine Glocks, eight shots
Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (For sho'!)
Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, family
We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
Get a whole, three niggas, one song (For sho'!)
Five ways, six days, seven plus
Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all
[Verse 10: Proof]
(NIne by nine) Oh I'm not real cause I pop pills?
Bring your block to my block nigga get your whole block killed
Don't let the "Purple Pills" shit confuse you
One outta my hand, the life'll lose you nigga
[Verse 11: Obie Trice]
(Eight by eight) You lay at your wake
You was played, slugs struck the Escalade
Your brain rest on what Motor City paved
No more sunny days
[Verse 12: J-Hill]
(Seven by seven) Rule seven, some'in you better tell 'em
Good coke, good weed, y'all better sell 'em
Cause they'll put some'in up into your cerebellum
Proof, you better tell 'em
[Verse 13: Proof]
(Six by six) Assume it's only for conversation
Let's conversate, simple nigga the .38 indiff'
Mine'll set trip, empty out the clip
Hold up, a .38 ain't got clips
[Verse 14: Obie Trice]
(Five by five) Niggas be live before they die
'til the test the wrong animal then they spirit fly
Just know the game while you playin the tough guy
That's yo' life
[Verse 15: J-Hill]
(Four by four) For all you niggas think this rap shit's a joke
You get smacked and choked, bring the dagger and cloak
I put my fuckin heart into this shit that I wrote
You muh'fuckers on some dope?
[Verse 16: Proof]
(Three by three) Watch who near you, focus on your rearview
Outta life, yo the trife wanna clear you
Don't get caught on E and fought on streets
Be a victim of "Grand Theft Auto 3"
[Verse 17: Obie Trice]
(Two by two) Trust no one when you're gettin them
Put your life in perspective, you're killin 'em
Envious niggas stay jealousy driven
Niggas need to be listenin
[Verse 18: J-Hill]
(One by one) It's one reason why I still let you breathe
It's one reason why the fuckin tec won't squeeze
It's one reason why you ain't go out like N*Sync
That's cause it's one other nigga that'll do it for me, yo
[Chorus: Proof & J-Hill]
Ten reasons, nine Glocks, eight shots
Seven cops, six drop on five blocks (For sho'!)
Three cousins, two/too hot, one law, family
We put no man befo', ten jewels now tell 'em
It's one purpose, one goal, two halves
Get a whole, three niggas, one song (For sho'!)
Five ways, six days, seven plus
Eight/A.K., we can let the nine spray y'all
[Outro: Proof]
Ten jewels...
@owenwu-pac5418
Obie and Proof are so underrated man
@anthonyl1787
Beat goes hard on this... and they killed it. RIP PROOF!
@JaredThaBoi
Wish Proof was still here he and Obie Trice made a great collaboration together, rest in peace
@legalizeweed3830
So underrated. I own the album. R.I.P. Proof!
@m.aoxhellroemyllosaii3373
I'm very happy for 3 reasons rn. 1st reason is that I finally found this sick song which I was looking for it last few yrs, 2nd reason that I guess I'm lucky to find a channel that shares only Proofs muzick. And the 3rd reason that makes me really happy is that all the comments are positive. No one among em talking badly about derty Harry or comments negatively. Thank God. He was blessed. And loved by everyone who knew him or met him or listened to his unique music. Rest in peace P. You'll be always missed, still my number one fav rapper and always will be. 🙏
@endanarchy
This album got me through one of my deepest depression episodes in my life. Alone with family on the other side of the country. The mad Quartet started with this track, moved to Sammy the Bull, Black Wrist came in and then Slum finished with him. This is where the album climaxed and went on repeat with me.
Dark days.
@dropagemonem
this is maybe most gangsta song ever. proof was real g unlike from many who claim it without nothing.
@turtleanton6539
cyclodolic & alcoholic true
@ashtonbgarcia5752
cyclodolic & alcoholic i used to bang this shit when i was 15 16 and im 27 now stil banging this shit......this song stuck wit me over years #DetroitBornNRaised
@wubonkald322
totally agree