Waptrick Obie Trice - Go to sleep Song Lyrics

  • [Eminem]

    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

    For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough

    Cuz 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

    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

    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

    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

    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!


    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!

    [Obie Trice]

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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

    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

    But I'ma keep growing, getting larger than life

    Eazys' gone, but 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

    Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight

    Cuz 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

    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!

    Ahhhhhhhhhh! Hahahaha

    Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go, haha

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