Going No Where Lyrics - Bottoms Up - Obie Trice

[Hook: Obie Trice] 

You heard it, you want it, you got it, it's crazy 

You play it, you bump it, you know it, it's crazy 

Hate if you wanna, that don't phase me 

I ain't going nowhere right now... 

[Verse 1: Obie Trice] 

It's the fo' pound bandit 

The coke hand to hand, and he Detroit bredded 

Goddanmit O Trice's back 

And Oh, they so adamant I'm still at it 

You should see the grill on a faggot if only looks could kill 

But O is so accurate over this matter stagnant 

It's never inadequate I swear these haters need to chill 

It's SO automatic that he is above average 

Jesus of Nazareth's reached his soul and so 

He is a talent that has managed to mechanically use a pen and a pad and the alphabet to get ahead 

Niggas mad cuz he single handledly getting this bread 

Bitches is in his bed, bullet still in his head 

I'm back, fully loaded I'm ready to let off lead 

Metal is heavy and I'm ready to let it all rip 

The return of the vigilante on that big party and bullshit 

You dig? The kid's back you biatch 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 2: Obie Trice] 

I don't suffer the whispers of these envious niggas 

Mad cuz his nuts not in my Denim 

Wanna be him so much the send slugs to kill him 

And keep it on the hush not to become a victim 

Vicious, niggas I rid them 

I spit, piss on the statistics on that bullshit 

I pull up muzzle yell, send the bezel berg back to here 

I'mma thug, I'mma clap him till he fail and he fall 

I'mma ball, I'm a beast, I'm the streets 

I'm the reason you a broad, I'mma boss, I'm me 

Obie bout that change, get rich fast 

The Claude Van Damme of the game: Kick ass 

Trapped until a nigg get out of 'Caine 

And bounce back like whiplashes 

And dump my cigar ashes on you asses 

It's still Trice and Mathers all that matters 

Call that other madness, past us 

This is passion 

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[Hook] 

[Verse 3: Obie Trice] 

My feet up, I read up 

Read up on a MC who fordid, a overachiever 

My Visa tease them in that villa overseas in that B1W with mamacita 

G'd up, Jesus my cheese keep reaching up 

Planted the seed and then it beamed up 

The bean stalk being tall 

Now I'm balling on these motherfucking peanuts 

Huh, the demons wanna deliver me 

Wanna deem him less than enemy but O too slippery 

But back on you faggots nigga ain't no sympathy 

I don't fuck with you actors I do mine differently 

Trice made history, now all these fake niggas wanna mention me 

Couldn't wait till I break in this with my entity 

It don't even interest me, I'mma keep my energy spitting 

Obie is in this to win this and that's the ending