[Intro: Obie Trice and DJ Salam Wreck]
*Gunshot*
Let's go!
Pyrex, big shouts out to everybody on Schoolcraft, trife life crew!

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]
N***as 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-n***as, actin' sorta how you do
N***as 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 n***as a n***a, that's how I do you
And if there's war n***a, 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

[Refrain: Obie Trice and Others]
[They're?] people just open they
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!)
[Verse 2: Obie Trice]
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 n***as
'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
And y'all quick to ask about D-Twizzie and [killa e shaun?]
(Look motherfucker) That's not my problem
All I know is the craft of Runyan Ave'
A bitch-n***a step in my path, you gettin' stabbed
You see a n***a 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-n***as, shit 'bout to change

[Refrain: Obie Trice and Others]
[They're?] people just open they
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!)
[Verse 3: Obie Trice]
I told n***as that I'm so secure with my thug-life
That I rarely start fights, I just wait on y'all
But shit... N***as 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 n***as who swishin' dicks
First you was my mans, now you can't stand the fact
I'm sitting on contracts, two [ways of contacts?]
And I'ma ride on you n***as
I'm ready for whatever, whenever y'all get serious