Lyrics:

[Intro]

Yeah...Let ya'll niggaz know me, yeah...Woo



[Verse 1]

Eleven, Fourteen, Seventy-Seven an nigga enter

Big lips, popped out placenta

Mamma ain't breast feed, had no pop need

Pop leaves shit but a name, Obie

Elementary homie that's how it started

In garbage, retarded, gaining that heart

Fuck niggaz, 'claiming' they hard

A nigga come home 'touched'

My motherfucking' momma banging' me harder

'Nigga take your ass out their and fight for tomorrow'

That's what she told me, 'lil punk, blame that on your father'

So I had no choice, nigga pick up a brick

Split a motherfucker shit's for trying to fuck with 'the kid'

Get a little order, hair on my dick, now I'm curious

Niggaz on the corner getting money rocking' jewelry

Allowance...Nigga that ain't man shit

Cowards...Nigga that ain't man shit.

I had to prove to myself

How these niggaz same age as me calculating' this wealth

So I got me a click and niggaz what?

Working' One Sixteen, like 'nigga we can clean up'



[Chorus]

Follow my life, homie we starts it now

Only my mothafuckin' momma nigga holds me down

The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw

I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafuckas)



Follow my life, homie we starts it now

Only my mothafuckin' momma nigga holds me down

The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw

I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafuckas)



[Interlude]

Two for one's, here take this, two for one's

Quit switching dicks, holla at me, see you fucker



[Verse 2]

Summer '94, I'm getting a little 'Dough'

Taller than my momma, so I'm listening' to her knows

I'm listening' to them hoes scream 'Oh!'

And I'm listening' to them 'O's' go Chop!

People showing pumping' on the blocks summertime

I call her 'Auntie' she cop three at a time

Throw an extra bump bringing cline

I'm so involved with the grind, I'm losing my mind

Fuck a steady job, I'm trying

I steady mob, I'm dying in this game I ain't lying

Selling' so much 'Coke' forgetting' it's a crime

Flying down I-75 pocket full of 'Dimes'

Give a fuck about the radar on me

Bumping' Biggie, Pac nigga who trying me?



[Interlude]

(Cop) Get off the god damn truck

(Obie) Yo I ain't doing shit

(Cop) Put your fucking hands in the air

(Obie) Bitch...



[Chorus]

Follow my life, homie we starts it now

Only my mothafuckin' momma nigga holds me down

The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw

I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafuckas)



Follow my life, homie we starts it now

Only my mothafuckin' momma nigga holds me down

The Lord knows all the shit that I don' put her threw

I speak through her, straight to you. (Mothafuckas)



[Outro]

Yeah, All my of life...Only my momma know

Obie...Obie Trice...Shady in this bitch...

Mothafuckas...