Obie Trice There They Go feat. Big Herk, Eminem & Trick Trick Lyrics

[Intro: Obie Trice]
Yeah
Ay, Em, you ready?
Herc, you got them thangs n____? (you know)
Detroit city!

[Chorus: Obie Trice]
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

[1st verse: Obie Trice]
You are not convincing
When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchmen
n____z get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops, cop on some pen s___
Straight detention, a n____ 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 s___ 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

[Chorus]

[2nd Verse: Big Herc]
If you don't like how I act then blow me
I don't really give a s___, 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 n____z get they s___ split for acting phonie
We're known for the glocks and the choppas
These n____z'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 n____z ain't impress me yet
Ya'll yapping, not rapping, turn that s___ 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

[Chorus]

[3rd Verse: Eminem]
Meat cleaver, leave a gas in a b____es a__
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 L.A. that pains no more
There's Latin Coun' Kings here
Southside, four, East Side and Gansen
Nuthin 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 f___ 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

[Chorus]

[Outro: Trick Trick]
Here we go m_________ers
This the m_________in back acha Trick
Don't even dream of f___ing up in Detroit, b____
This is where the real killers at
Detroit m_________er!
Ain't never no difficulty smashing no b____ a__ n____z
Matter of fact, bring your b____ a__ to Detroit n____
We got something for your a__
[Gun shots fade out]
[Laughter]