[Obie Trice]

We run this shit, fo'-five on the hip

Been ridin for Shady, Shady

[Ca$his]

Geah, Ca$his know

Shady Records, the dream team, uh

Sittin in the back of the, all-gray Acura

Gun to the passenger for actin tough

Turn the wheel in the passin, heart of an assassin

Plus I'm on the draw down, quick as fuck

Last move 'fore I give all street shit up

Put a nigga in the ground face down, feet up

This nigga here tried to cuff me for my re-up

When I went to his crib he called police up

Now you on the way to bein paraplegic

For sendin messages through bitches like you go see us

Shady, Ca$h king of the dope fiends plus

Give 'em a square mile by blocks and I'm creamed up

Took the bullet out of Obie head, put it in my pistol

And use it, ammunition on the niggas they hit

Damn, I go to war on the regular man

Cause I'm part of the dream team, you a regular man

Far as rap I don't see no competitors and

You see things like me, with my medal in hand

I'm a state case boy with a federal plan

A hundred in beats, beatin the shit out skinheads

I'm the spirit of a G bringin lyrics of the street

I'm Ca$his, a real dope boy on the beat (beat)

Slumped in the seat tucked clutchin the heat

Basically, you niggas can't fuck with me, hah

[Hook One: Ca$his]

We run this shit, fo'-five on the hip

Out to ride for Shady, yeah

Y'all niggas ain't hard, y'all niggas ain't real

Y'all niggas ain't crazy

Bring it on if you want, you don't know

The homicides that I've done lately

We run this shit, fo'-five on the hip

Out to ride for Shady

[Obie Trice]

Yeah, Trice is back on the Alche' track

With Ca$his, capitalizin on this mic in fact

We fuckin with the captain of rap

My nigga with the Nike cap keep the continuity quite exact

So allure your cats into the second classic

We're mature as the number uno aspect, as yet

Who'll surpass the drive of O Trice?

The flow to die fo' and the death blow survive (woo!)

I echo through your external vibe

With internal experiences I've acquired (uhh)

I'm probably the most honest hip-hopper alive

A victim depictin images from my own eyes (yeah!)

Never livin through homes, why?

Homie got his own set of cajones, stand up guy

It's Ca$his, O. Tri', rappers we blow by

This is as accurate as the masses will have it, no lie

Nigga!

[Hook Two: Obie Trice]

We run this shit, fo'-five on the hip

Been ridin for Shady (Shady, Shady)

Y'all niggas ain't dope, y'all niggas ain't skill

Y'all niggas ain't crazy (crazy)

Bring it on if you want, you don't know

The homicides that I got lately (nigga!)

We run this shit, fo'-five on the hip

Been ridin for Shady (Shady)

[Hook One]