Go To Sleep - Eminem feat Obie Trice & DMX

I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep
Ain't gonna breathe, til I see, what I wanna see
And what I wanna see, is you go to sleep, in the dirt
Permanently, you just being hurt, this ain't gonna work
For me, it just wouldn't be, sufficient enough
Cause we, are just gonna be, enemies
As long as we breathe, I don't ever see, either of us
Coming to terms, where we can agree
There ain't gonna be, no reason, speakin' with me
You speak on my seed, then me, no speak Ingles
So we gonna beed, and keep on beefin', unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And you're gonna see, this gangsta pee on himself
I see you D-12, and thanks, but me no need help
Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies
When I see you, I'm seeing you, me and you only
We never met, but best believe you gone know me
When I'm this close, to see you exposed as phony
Come on, b_tch, show me, pick me up, throw me
Lift me up, hold me, just like you told me
You was gonna do, that's what I though, you're pitiful
I'm rid of you, all you, Ja, you'll get it too

[Chorus - Eminem (DMX)]:
Now go to sleep b_tch
Die, motherf_cker, die, ugh, time's up, b_tch, close ya eyes
Go to sleep, b_tch (what?)
Why are you still alive? how many times I gotta say, close ya eyes
And go to sleep b_tch (what?)
Die motherf_cker, die, bye, bye, motherf_cker, bye, bye
Go to sleep b_tch (what?)
Why are you still alive? Why, die motherf_cker, ah, ah, ah
...Go to sleep b_tch

[Obie Trice]:
We got n_ggas, nervous
On purpose, to hurt your focus, you's not MC's, you's worthless
You's not them G's, you's a circus, you's no appeal, please
You's curtains, you use words, cool heard, slurred in two thousand third
You's purpin', you's no threat, who's ya servin'?
When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when
You f_ck with a lavel overseein' the Earth
Shady motherf_cka, O. Trice's birth
And as I mold, I become a curse
So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf
Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse is he who
Depicts fiction in his verse
And as I breathe, and you be deceased
The world believe you deceived just to speak
You's not the streets, you's the desk
Use not your chest n_gga, use a vest
Before two's choose ya rest, you chose death
Six feet deep, n_gga, that's the debt


Hey dawg, I'm a walk like a beast, talk like the streets
I'm a stay blazin' New York with the heat
Stalk on the beat, walk with my feet
Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet
Peep how I'm moving, peep where I'm going
Sh_t don't sleep, then sleep not knowin'
But I'm a keep growing, getting larger than life
Easy going wit the same one that started the fight
He be knowing how dog get, when dog gon' bite
Tried to show him the dog sh_t, it's dawg for life
Grand champ, and my Blood Line is tight
Cause it's all good, it's all right
N_ggas tried to holla, but couldn't holla back
Now they gots to swallow, everything in the sack
Blood Line, and, we can go track for track
Damn dog, why'd you have to do them n_ggas like that?


[All you motherf_ckers, take that
Here, take this too, b_tch, uh, uh, uh, uh...
We're killin' all you motherf_ckers dead, all you
Fake ass gangsters, no more press, no more press
Rot, motherf_ckers, rot, decay, in the dirt, b_tch
In the motherf_cking dirt
Die nameless, b_tch, die nameless, no more fame...
...Yo X, come on man, Obie, let's go...

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