There They Go

Album: Obie Trice — Second Rounds On Me
Producer: Eminem

[ Chorus ]

There they go, them D Town Boyz capping in Calico
Whenever there’s war you guessed and know
Them boyz got toys ’til down on the front do’
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
there they go, there they go

[ Verse 1 ] [ Obie Trice ]

You are not convincing, when Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchmen
Niggazz get popped for instance
Infa-red dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops cop on some pension
Straight detention, a nigga doing tention
Once released he on that music business
A view in one o six, and them cafeterias
Only defined that raps actually serious
Deliriously resort back to crack and vigilance
Same shit that sent them up in Michigan
Us is pimpin’, a difference
For many city I visited, its that detroit spirit
And if we in it, ballin’ out to that engine period
Use O as a reference to that sentance
The message I’m sending you best just pay attention

[ Chorus ]

[ Verse 2 ] [ Big Herk ]

If you don’t like how I act then blow me, I dont really give a shit
I represent the real cats who know me, man what’s up with that scratch you owe me?
Now run my chips before we fall out like Shaq and Coby
Big Herk on a track with Obie, when you come to the D,
Its cut dont better be packin homie
And niggaz get their shit split for acting fony
We’re known for the glocks and the choppers
These niggaz’ll rob you
Leave you standing in you socks and your boxers
We got real G’s and lots of imposters, I smoked the real strees
See I come from the rosters, ya’ll niggaz ain’t impress me yet
Ya’ll yappin’ not rappin’, turn that shit off and press eject
See we known for the car shows, runnin’ from the Narcos
Keep them bottles coming we gonna pop em till the bar close

[ Chorus ]

[ Verse 3 ] [ Eminem ]

Meat cleaver leave a gash in a bitche’s ass
She had dreams of being an RnB singer diva
Leave her face cut up from the waist up
Man what a waste of a pretty face
And this place ain’t just safe
It’s just straight gangsta and it ain’t just New York or LA
That bangs no more the latin count gangs here, Southside folk, East Side them gangs an’
Nothing but ganglands and spray paint cans and
When that van rolls up man they ain’t glancing
And the window rolls down and that tre’-eight’s dancing
And them shooters don’t miss homie they hate chancing
Head straight for the dome and this vacate fast and
Get the fuck out of dodge, for that blue dodge flashin’
Red and blue lights, no ambulance, you got flattened
And this was not supposed to be no Detroit anthem
But just so you know, if you see them D Boys passin’

[ Chorus ]

[ Outro ] [ Trick Trick ]

Here we go muthafuckers
It’s the muthafuckin’ bad gat Trick Trick
Don’t even dream of fucking up in Detroit, bitch
This is where the real killers at
Detroit muthafucker
Ain’t never no difficulty smashin no bitch ass niggaz
Matter a fact bring your bitch ass to Detroit niggaz
We got something for yo’ ass

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