Go to Sleep
Obie Trice (Feat. Eminem) Lyrics

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
I won't rest or take care of myself until I get what I want

Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
I won't stop until I see my enemy suffer and die

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

Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
I want to murder you, not just hurt you

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

'cause we, are just gonna be, enemies
We will always be mortal enemies

As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
I don't see either of us ever forgiving or forgetting

Coming to terms, where we can agree
We'll never agree or come to terms

There ain't gonna be, no reasoning, speakin wit me
I won't listen to reason or try to make peace

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

So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
We will continue fighting unless you meet me face-to-face

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

And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
We need to settle this in person, and you'll see my true rage

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
I'll hurt myself before I let you hurt me

I see you D-12, and thanks, but me need no help
I appreciate my crew but I can handle this alone

Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
I can do this myself, I don't need a large group to help

When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
When I see you, it's just me and you

We never met, but best believe you gon know me
We've never met, but you'll know who I am soon enough

When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
When I'm close enough, I'll reveal your fakeness

Come on, bitch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Come on and try to fight me, let's do this

Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
Try to fight and overpower me, like you said you would

You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful
You're pathetic and weak, just like I thought you'd be

I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too!
I'll get rid of all of you and Ja Rule as well

Now go to sleep bitch!
Now die, motherfucker!

Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close ya eyes
Die already, time's up, close your eyes and let it happen

We got you niggaz, nervous
We've got you scared and worried

On purpose, to hurt your focus, you'se not MC's, you'se worthless
We're doing it on purpose to destroy your confidence, you're worthless

You'se not them G's, you'se a circus, you'se no appeal, please
You're not real gangsters, you're just a joke. You've got no appeal

You'se curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You're finished, you're rapping on tracks with nonsense rhymes

You'se purpin, you'se no threat, who's ya servin?
You're acting tough but you're not a real threat, who are you serving?

When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
I should lyrically destroy you and bury you in the ground

You fuck with a label overseeing the Earth
You went up against a label that has complete power over the music industry

Shady muthafucka, O. Trice's birth
We're both artists under Shady Records

And as I mold, I become a curse
As I grow as an artist, I become more dangerous

So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
So let's battle it out through our lyrics, in the streets

Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
Pull out your guns and shoot, the one who dies is the loser

Depicts fiction in his verse
Tells fake stories in his raps

And as I breathe, and you be deceased
I'll outlast you and you'll be dead

The world believe you deceived just to speak
Everyone knows you're filling your rhymes with lies

You'se not the streets, you'se the desk
You're not a real gangster, you're just a paper pusher

Use not your chest nigga, use a vest
Don't try to be tough, wear a bulletproof vest

Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
Before you get to choose, I'll choose death for you

Six feet deep, nigga, that's the debt
You're going to die, and I'll bury you six feet deep

Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'll walk confidently and talk tough like a beast on the streets

I'ma stay blazin New York wit the heat
I'll stay smoking and carrying guns in New York

Stalk on the beat, walk wit my feet
I'll walk around the music industry and dominate it

Understand my pain, the rain ain't sleet
You don't know my hardship, you're just facing minor difficulties

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

Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin
If you don't understand, then you'll die not knowing

But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life
I'll continue to become more successful and famous

Easy-going with the same one that started the fight
I'm still on good terms with the person who I first fought

He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon bite
He knows how I get when I get angry and lash out

Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life
I tried to show him the hard truth, but we'll always be enemies

Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
I'm a grand champion and my crew is strong

'cause it's all good, it's all right
Everything is fine, everything is okay

Niggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
People tried to challenge me, but couldn't handle it

Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sac
Now they need to accept defeat and everything that comes with it

Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
My crew and I can make music that is just as good as yours

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

All you motherfuckers, take that!
Take the hit, all of you motherfuckers

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 are destroying all of you, you will all die

Fake ass gangsters! No more press! No more press!
You're all fake gangsters, no more media attention for you

Rot, motherfuckers, rot! Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfucking dirt!
Rot and decay in the ground, you're all finished

Die nameless, bitch, die nameless! No more fame!
Die with no recognition, you will no longer be famous

Ahhh! Hahahaha
I'm victorious and laughing about it

Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha
Eminem and Obie Trice are ready to continue to the next challenge