[Obie Trice (Eminem)]

(O trice common)

Yeah niggas got me

I'ma get em, it aint over

[Chorus - Obie Trice]

You can catch me in a wip with a fifth of pimp juice

And I'm popin a clip, bout to fix this issue

You pray that I don't hit, I'm not equipped to miss you

Your gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue

Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through

You seen us on the ave, aim just to get you

But my penis is a mag when I lift it hit you

Cause I don't go anywhere without my pistol pistol

[Verse 1- Obie Trice]

I, solemnly swear on my daughters tears

The nigga that got em in the head, and feel it before the year ends

Hope you inconspicuous my friend

Cause once the word get back, your in a world of sin

Bullets will hurdle at him

For try'in to murda whats been determined as the first solo African

And go platinum with an accident, happened that

But maggots I'm alive with vengeance to get back

My momma blood pressure was affected from that

My little girl need her daddy on the phone at a certain time, exact now

Them nigga act wild

But when the mac come out, you niggas X out

Now I don't wanna hear X, Y , Z

im X'n out your whole entity for try'in to kill meFilthy mother fuckers I'll show you what real be

When these HTB's light up your kidneys

I'm so sincere, you seein it hurts this year

It's not a verse it's a curse from burse

And whats on your purse

And over hear, this is Obie here I'm clear

Niggers bewhere I'm commin at you with firearms an here

And your purpose on suprefinous, how can I be merciful

When mercamies is a mercenaries gold

Nigga I got paper, I'll have your urgently exposed

No emergencies bringin back ur souls

Slugs shatter your bone for pat pat me in the dome

Learn is powderin

We catch him at home, he rome

That when automatics sporadically catch him in the abdomen

Another dirty mother fuckers gone, YEAH!

[Chorus - Obie Trice]

You can catch me in a wip with a fifth of pimp juice

And I'm popin a clip, bout to fix this issue

You pray that I don't hit, I'm not equipped to miss you

Your gonna need an ambulance to stitch your tissue

Or either have a bag on your hip to shit through

You seen us on the ave, aim just to get you

But my penis is a mag when I lift it hit you

Cause I don't go anywhere without my pistol pistol

(Gun shot (screams in background))

Second rounds on me

Robn'in, shoot'in. Kill'in, Murda

Oh shit run

Robn'in, shoot'in. Kill'in, Murda