Go To Sleep
DMX feat. Eminem & Obie Trice Lyrics

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
I won't do anything until I reach my goal

Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
I won't stop until I witness my desire

And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
I want you dead and buried

Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
You being damaged is not enough, you must die

For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Just harming you isn't satisfactory for me

'cause we, are just gonna be, enemies
We'll remain foes

As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
We'll never reach an agreement and one of us will die

Coming to terms, where we can agree
We'll never get to a point of compromise

There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me
I won't listen to any logic when it comes to you

You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles
If you talk about my child, I won't understand any language

So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
We'll continue fighting, unless

You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
You'll meet me in person

And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
We'll resolve this in person, and you'll witness the result

A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
You'll see a side of me you've never witnessed

And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself
You'll see me beating myself like a gangster

I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
I appreciate D-12, but I don't need their assistance

Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
I'll handle this alone, I don't need help from my friends

When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
I'm only focused on you when we meet

We never met, but best believe you gon know me
Although we haven't met, you'll get to know me well

When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
When I'm near you, and your true nature is revealed

Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Attack me, confront me

Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
Grab me and lift me, just as you said you would

You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
That's what you promised, but I see you're pathetic

I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too!
I'll get rid of all of you, Ja Rule, included

Now go to sleep bitch!
Die now

Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Die, it's over, close your eyes

Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes?
Why haven't you died yet? How many times do I have to tell you to die?

And go to sleep bitch! (what?)
Die, now

Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah
Why are you still breathing? Die, now

We got you niggaz, nervous
We have you guys scared

On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
We're intentionally sabotaging you, you're not real MCs, you're worthless

You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You're not gangsters, you're more like a circus, you don't have any talent

You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You're done, you use meaningless words that are hard to understand

You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
You're pretending, you're not a danger, who are you working for?

When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
I should demolish you with my words

You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth
You're messing with a major record label

Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth
I'm a shady individual, Obie Trice is my protégé

And as I mold, I become a curse
As I influence Obie Trice, I become a negative presence

So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
We can settle this through rap lyrics, or through violence

Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
Pull the trigger, whoever ends up dead

Depicts fiction in his verse
Writes made-up stories in his music

And as I breathe, and you be deceased
As I live on, you'll be dead

The world believe you deceived just to speak
People will see that you lied whenever you spoke

You'se not the streets, you'se the desk
You're not from the streets, you're just a desk worker

Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Don't be brave, protect yourself

Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
Before you had a chance to decide, you were already dead

Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt
You'll be buried six feet under

Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'll behave aggressively, like an animal, and use street slang

I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
I'll keep New York hot by using firearms

Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
I'll chase my enemies, and use my feet to run

Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet
Comprehend my struggles, there's a difference between rain and sleet

Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Watch how I behave and see where I'm headed

Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
If you're not careful, you'll be caught off guard

But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
Despite the challenges, I'll keep growing, achieving success

Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
I'll remain calm with the same person who initiated the conflict

He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite
He knows how I behave, when I'm angry and violent

Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
I tried to teach him the ways of the 'dog', it's for life

Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
I'm the champion, and my family members are loyal to me

'cause it's all good, it's all right
Everything's fine, don't worry

Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
People tried to interact with me, but I ignored them

Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Now they have to accept everything I say

Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
My family members and I can compete against you, track for track

Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that?
Why did you have to damage those guys?

All you motherfuckers, take that!
All of you will feel my wrath

Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo
Take this as well, you coward!

We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you
We're destroying all of you

Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!
You're not real gangsters! Don't talk to the media anymore!

Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt!
Decay in the dirt, scumbags!

Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame!
Die unknown, and forget about fame

Ahhh! Hahahaha
Laughing uncontrollably

Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha
Talking to DMX and Obie Trice to continue with the song