“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”

-Obie Trice, “Going Nowhere”