Detroit Vs. Everybody Lyrics - Obie Trice

Obie Trice, let's talk about Obie, uh, what he meant to the label 

You know. Detroit born and bred and uh 

You know, had sold you know 

A couple million albums and really was like the, uh, you know 

A really important component of the label 

"Detroit vs. Everybody", my version 

Still keep the clocks workin', thot's twerkin' 

Still hold the notch under my Louis Vuitton 

I'm certain, I'm still ill, I'm still about mine 

Still young sick on his prime 

Still call me Pat, way before his crime 

Still go to bat for my fellas, call me the young Cabrera 

Niggas better crown me three times 

Nigga sold crack in this bitch, my nicks like three dimes 

Fiends so high, should have charged them three times 

Still in the cutty with my lil buddy 

He say fuck his medication, he still nutty 

And crown hangin', 1911 

20th century if you ever mention me, this means history 

BME that's the D, that's Obie Trice, that's who I be 

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You don't want the walking dead, put you in a coffin yeah 

It happens quite often here 

Bullets will appear, penetrate your appearance 

On your death bed while the doc yellin' clear 

You ain't livin' guts over fear 

Nigga you nuts, you wanna ruin your career? 

In God we trust, no apology, be an autopsy 

Niggas don't follow me Detroit vs. Everybody 

Feeling like Kal-El versus Zod and his entourage 

With the armor like [?] 

And modification have you on a vacation 

Ever invasive over me and my squad 

You know the city limits got the illest image 

You ought to know a nigga before you come and visit 

It's vicious 

Them individuals don't give a shit 

Cause they been living in this bitch with only government assistance 

Flipping prescriptions, injestin' as well 

My suggestion to you, is to adjust to hell 

It's just like that, hard justice fails 

And you just another cat with a slug in his shell 

I represent the D till my peeps mournin' 

Till I'm 1300, East Warren 

You don't feel me, then believe warning 

Might not leave performin', who shot 'cha? 

Photos 

You don't want the walking dead, put you in a coffin yeah 

It happens quite often here 

Bullets will appear, penetrate your appearance 

On your death bed while the doc yellin' clear 

You ain't livin' guts over fear 

Nigga you nuts, you wanna ruin your career? 

In God we trust, no apology, be an autopsy 

Niggas don't follow me Detroit vs. Everybody 

...There was something about Obie's delivery, it was his voice, it was so strong, it was like, you know, it would fucking cut you. He didn't fuck around, he meant business... 

Yeah, woulda died for the narrator, you know me, I ride on the hater, suicide every collab with a player 

Send drive-bys through you lair, later, 1.0, the boy rare 

Shady since a nigga 15, spray ya' 

Wanna race in the D? What city fucking with we? 

Rest in peace to the fucking mayor, P!