There They Go

"There They Go"(feat. Eminem, Big Herc, Trick Trick)[Intro: Obie Trice]YeahAy, Em, you ready?Herc, you got them thangs nigga? (you know)Detroit city![Chorus: Obie Trice]There they go, them D-town boys carry the CalicoWhenever there's war, you gotta knowThem boys got toys tear down the front doorDetroit make noise everywhere that we goThere they go, there they go[1st verse: Obie Trice]You are not convincingWhen Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchmenNiggaz get popped for instance, infrared dot for distanceGet knocked by the cops, cop on some pen shitStraight detention, a nigga doing tensionOnce released he on that music businessWhen viewing 106 and them cafeteriasOnly to find that rap's actually seriousDeliriously resort back to crack and vigilanceSame shit that sent em upper MichiganUs is pimping, a difference, from any city I visitedIt's that Detroit spirit and if we in it, balling out till the ending, periodUse O as a reference to that sentenceThe message I'm sending you, best just pay attention[Chorus][2nd Verse: Big Herc]If you don't like how I act then blow meI don't really give a shit, I represent the real cats who know meMan what's up with that scratch you owe me?Now run my chips before we fall out like Shaq and KobeBig Herc on a track with Obie, when you come to the DIt's cut-throat, better be packing homieAnd niggaz get they shit split for acting phonieWe're known for the glocks and the choppasThese niggaz'll rob you, leave you standing in ya socks and ya boxersWe got real G's and lots of impostersI smoke the real trees, see I cop from the rastasYa'll niggaz ain't impress me yetYa'll yapping, not rapping, turn that shit off and press ejectSee we known for the car shows, running from the narcosKeep them bottles coming, we gon' pop 'em till the bar close[Chorus][3rd Verse: Eminem]Meat cleaver, leave a gash in a bitches assSee her dreams of being an R&B singer divaLeave her face, cut her from the waistAh man what a waste, of a pretty faceAnd this place ain't just safe, it's just straight gangstaIt ain't just New York or L.A. that pains no moreThere's Latin Coun' Kings hereSouthside, four, East Side and GansenNuthin but ganglands and, spray paint cansAnd when that van rolls up, man they ain't glancingThat window rolls down and that tre-eight's dancingAnd them shooters don't miss, homie they hate chancingStraight for the dome and it's vacate fast andGet the fuck outta dodge 'fore that blue Dodge flashingRed and blue lights, no ambulance, you got flattenedAnd this was not supposed to be no Detroit anthemBut just so ya know, if ya see them D-Boys passing[Chorus][Outro: Trick Trick]Here we go motherfuckersThis the motherfucking back acha TrickDon't even dream of fucking up in Detroit, bitchThis is where the real killers atDetroit motherfucker!Ain't never no difficulty smashing no bitch ass niggazMatter of fact, bring your bitch ass to Detroit niggaWe got something for your ass[Gun shots fade out][Laughter]