DJ Salam Wreck, Obie Trice - Go To Jail lyrics

Let's go! Pyrex, big shouts out to
Everybody on Schoolcraft, trife life crew!

Niggas tryin' to take shots at me
Like I don't hold my own
Like grown's not in me 'cause I'm on
Like I ain't come up, off Schoolcraft Avenue
Smackin' up bitch-niggas
Actin' sorta how you do
Niggas lost respect all of a sudden
That I'm huggin' mics
Bottles 'n' bitches and doin' something
When I was on the block, I was hot
Now I'm not
I'm on billboard slots you din' forgot
But fuck it, a niggas a nigga
That's how I do you
And if there's war nigga
Get popped and there's the funeral
I got a daughter and I'm older, cats
Tell a story, you tell yours
And that should be that naw, dawg got balls
Dawg super hard, let's take dawg off
That's how you feel when you see me
'Cause Obie keep it real, I'm on TV
I don't need an enemy but fuck it

Eyes and see (Open your eyes and see)
That I can't be nothin'
Else but Obie (Only can do me)
But they just keep constantly
Fuckin' with me (Steady irkin' me)
They won't be happy
'Til I'm clappin' MCs (Then go to jail)

Try to be cordial with motherfuckers
'Cause, I know how fake this shit is
You can break in this business
I keep my fronts up when I talk to niggas
'Cause y'all gossip like 'The
View' with Barbara Walters
(Haha) Ain't that some shit, grown-ass man
(Psst, psst, psst, psst) like you a chick

(Look motherfucker) That's not my problem
All I know is the craft of Runyan Ave'
A bitch-nigga step in my path
You gettin' stabbed
You see a nigga drunk, you like "Drink up"
Yeah, we gon' stomp the pump
But naw homeboy, that's not the case
Obie carry his Liquor like Obie carry a piece
Whether it's the heat or blade
Y'all bitch-niggas, shit 'bout to change

Eyes and see (Open your eyes and see)
That I can't be nothin'
Else but Obie (Only can do me)
But they just keep constantly
Fuckin' with me (Steady irkin' me)
They won't be happy
'Til I'm clappin' MCs (Then go to jail)

I told niggas that I'm so
Secure with my thug-life
That I rarely start fights
I just wait on y'all
But shit niggas pushin' it
And my model gettin' hollow in my
Brain 'cause of your games
You don't like me
Don't come up and holler nicely
Fight me, so we can end this shit rightfully
But, you're not, you's a chick
I'm speakin' on any you
Niggas who swishin' dicks
First you was my mans
Now you can't stand the fact

And I'ma ride on you niggas
I'm ready for whatever
Whenever y'all get serious