We Ride for Shady

[Obie Trice]We run this shit, fo'-five on the hipBeen ridin for Shady, Shady {*echoes*}[Ca$his]Geah, Ca$his knowShady Records, the dream team, uhSittin in the back of the, all-gray AcuraGun to the passenger for actin toughTurn the wheel in the passin, heart of an assassinPlus I'm on the draw down, quick as fuckLast move 'fore I give all street shit upPut a nigga in the ground face down, feet upThis nigga here tried to cuff me for my re-upWhen I went to his crib he called police upNow you on the way to bein paraplegicfor sendin messages through bitches like you go see usShady, Ca$h king of the dope fiends plusGive 'em a square mile by blocks and I'm creamed upTook the bullet out of Obie head, put it in my pistoland use it, ammunition on the niggaz they hitDamn, I go to war on the regular manCause I'm part of the dream team, you a regular manFar as rap I don't see no competitors andyou see things like me, with my medal in handI'm a state case boy with a federal planA hundred in beats, beatin the shit out skinheadsI'm the spirit of a G bringin lyrics of the streetI'm Ca$his, a real dope boy on the beat (beat)Slumped in the seat tucked clutchin the heatBasically, you niggaz can't fuck with me, hah[Chorus One: Ca$his]We run this shit, fo'-five on the hipOut to ride for Shady, yeahY'all niggaz ain't hard, y'all niggaz ain't realY'all niggaz ain't crazyBring it on if you want, you don't knowthe homicides that I've done latelyWe run this shit, fo'-five on the hipOut to ride for Shady[Obie Trice]Yeah, Trice is back on the Alche' trackWith Ca$his, capitalizin on this mic in factWe fuckin with the captain of rapMy nigga with the Nike cap keep the continuity quite exactSo allure your cats into the second classicWe're mature as the number uno aspect, as yetWho's to pass the driver?O tries to flow to die fo' and the death blow survive (woo!)I echo through your external vibewith internal experiences I've acquired (uhh)I'm probably the most honest hip-hopper aliveA victim depictin images from my own eyes (yeah!)Never livin through homes, why?Homie got his own set of cajones, stand up guyIt's Ca$his, O. Tri', rappers we blow byThis is as accurate as the masses will have it, no lieNigga![Chorus Two: Obie Trice]We run this shit, fo'-five on the hipBeen ridin for Shady (Shady, Shady)Y'all niggaz ain't G.O.A.T., y'all niggaz ain't skillY'all niggaz ain't crazy (crazy)Bring it on if you want, you don't knowthe homicides that I got lately (nigga!)We run this shit, fo'-five on the hipBeen ridin for Shady (Shady)[Chorus One] w& minor variation{"A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Alchemist"}