Go to Sleep
Eminem/Dmx/Obie Trice Lyrics

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
I am not going to rest until I see you dead and buried for good. You cannot stay alive and continue to cause me pain and problems.

For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough 'cause we, are just gonna be, enemies As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us Coming to terms, where we can agree
We are always going to be enemies and can never come to an agreement or find common ground that is sufficient for me.

There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me You speak on my seed, then me, no speak-a ingles So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
I refuse to reason with you if you bring up my family. We will continue to have bad blood between us unless we meet in person.

And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen And you're gonna see, this gangster beat on himself I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
When we finally meet face to face, you will see a side of me that you have never seen before, and I don't need anyone else to help me take you down.

Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only We never met, but best believe you gon know me When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
I will handle this alone, without any backup. When we finally meet, I want it to be just us. You don't know me yet, but you will when I am close enough to expose you for who you really are.

Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too!
You talk a big game about how you're going to physically harm me, so come on and try it. I am done with you and all of your friends, and Ja Rule will face the same fate.

Now go to sleep bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes Go to sleep, bitch! (what?) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close ya eyes? And go to sleep bitch! (what?) Die motherfucker die, bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep bitch! (what?) Why are you still alive? Why, die motherfucker, ah, ah, ah Go to sleep bitch!
I am telling you to go to sleep forever in a series of aggressive, profanity-laden lines. You have caused me too much pain, and it is time for you to face the consequences.

We got you niggaz, nervous On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
We are intentionally trying to rile you up and mess with your focus. You are not real MCs and lack any kind of appeal. It's curtains for you. You use words that are cool but ultimately meaningless.

You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth
You are posing as something you are not and are no real threat to anyone. We will bury you with our superior lyrics. We are part of a label that oversees everything, and we are not to be messed with.

And as I mold, I become a curse So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who Depicts fiction in his verse
As I change and evolve, I become a curse to my enemies. We can put our arguments aside and settle this with music. If you exaggerate or lie in your lyrics, you will be the one who ends up in a coffin.

And as I breathe, and you be deceased The world believe you deceived just to speak You'se not the streets, you'se the desk Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Once I have killed you, people will believe that you were a liar who only talked a big game. You are not someone from the streets - you are a poser. Don't speak from your heart and be vulnerable - protect yourself with a bulletproof vest.

Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
You have made your choice to face death rather than come to any kind of agreement. I will continue to act like a wild animal and talk like someone from the streets. I will stay carrying weapons around New York.

Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
I am walking with a sense of purpose and pain, and the rain cannot deter me. Watch me closely and see where I am headed. If you can't keep up, you will never know what happens next.

But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life Easy-going with the same one that started the fight He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
I will continue to grow and become a bigger figure in the rap world. I won't hold it against my friend for starting this fight - he knows how I can be. I tried to warn him about the consequences, but it's too late now.

Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight 'cause it's all good, it's all right Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
I am a grand champion and surrounded by close friends and family. Everything is going well for me. People have tried to start beef, but they have been unable to keep up and must acknowledge me as the superior artist.

Blood Line, and, we can go track for track Damn dog, why'd you have to do them niggas like that? All you motherfuckers, take that! Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Waaaaaahoo We're killing all you motherfuckers dead, all of you Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt! Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame! Ahhh! Hahahaha Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha
We are proud of our Blood Line and are willing to take on anyone who wants to compete with us musically. Why did you have to go and demolish all of these lesser artists? We are done with all of the fake gangsters and don't want any more press coverage. You will rot in the dirt and no one will ever remember your name.