Obie Trice, Big Herk,, Trick Trick, Eminem - There They Go lyrics

Yeah aye, Em, you ready?
Herc, you got them thangs nigga? (you know)
Detroit city!

There they go
Them D-town boys carry the Calico
Whenever there's war, you gotsta know
Them boys got toys tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go

You are not convincing
When Detroit blocks stay
Flocked with henchmen
Niggas get popped for instance
Infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops, cop on some pen shit
Straight detention, a nigga doing tension
Once released he on that music buisness
When viewing 106 and them cafeterias
Only to find that rap's actually serious
Deliriously resort back to
Crack and vigilence
Same shit that sent em upper Michigan
Us is pimping, a difference
From any city I visited
It's that Detroit spirit and if we in
It, balling out till the ending, period
Use O as a reference to that sentence
The message I'm sending you
Best just pay attention

There they go
Them D-town boys carry the Calico
Whenever there's war, you gotsta know
Them boys got toys tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go

If you don't like how I act then blow me
I don't 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 Kobe
Big Herc on a track with Obie
When you come to the D
It's cut-throat, better be packing homie
And niggas get they shit
Split for acting phonie
We're known for the Glocks and the choppas
These niggas'll rob you
Leave you standing in ya socks and ya boxers
We got real G's and lots of imposters
I smoke the real trees
See I cop from the rastas
Ya'll niggas ain't impress me yet
Ya'll yapping, not rapping
Turn that shit off and press eject
See we known for the car shows
Running from the narcos
Keep them bottles coming
We gon pop em till the bar close

There they go
Them D-town boys carry the Calico
Whenever there's war, you gotsta know
Them boys got toys tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go

Meat cleaver, leave a gash in a bitches ass
See her dreams of being an R&B singer diva
Leave her face, cut her from the waist
Ah man what a waste, of a pretty face
And this place ain't just safe
It's just straight gangsta
It ain't just New York or
LA that bangs no more
There's Latin Coun' Kings here
Southside, four, East Side and Gansen
Nothin' but ganglands and, spray paint cans
And when that van rolls up
Man they ain't glancing
That window rolls down and
That tre-eight's dancing
And them shooters don't miss
Homie they hate chancing
Straight for the dome and
It's vacate fast and
Get the fuck outta dodge 'fore
That blue Dodge flashing
Red and blue lights, no ambulance
You got flattened
And this was not supposed to
Be no Detroit anthem but just so ya know
If ya see them D-Boys passing

There they go
Them D-town boys carry the Calico
Whenever there's war, you gotsta know
Them boys got toys tear down the front door
Detroit make noise everywhere that we go
There they go, there they go

Here we go motherfuckers
This the motherfuckin back acha Trick
Don't even dream of fucking up in Detroit
Bitch this is where the real killers at
Detroit motherfucker!
Ain't never no difficulty smashing
No bitch ass niggas matter of fact
Bring your bitch ass to Detroit nigga
We got something for your ass