Obie Trice
We run this %#@!, fo-five on the hip
Been ridin' for Shady....

Cashis
Cashis 'n' O, Shady Records
The dream team...

Verse 1 Cashis
Sittin' in the back of the, all gray Accura
Gun to the passenger, for acting tough

Scatter wheel in the passin, Harder than $$#asin
Plus I'm on the draw-down, quick as $#&@,
Last move 'fore I give all street %#@! up

Put a ^!$$% in the ground, face down, feet up
This ^!$$% here tried to cuff me for my Re-Up
When I went to his crib he called police up

Now you on your way to being pimp paplega
For sending messages through (*##$es like, 'You gon' see us'
Shady! Cash, king of the dope-fiends, plus

Can move a square mile by blocks 'till I'm creamed up
Take the bullet out of Obie head, put it in my pistol and use it
As ammunition on the ^!$$%s that hit, fam

I got to war on the regular, man
Cause I'm part of the dream team, you a regular man
Force rap, I don't see no competitors, and

You see things like me, when my metal run hand
I'm a state case boy with a federal plan
And huntin' them beats, beatin' the %#@! out skinheads

I'm the spirit of a G, bringin' lyrics to the street
I'm Cashis, a real dope boy on the beat
Slumped in the seat, tucked, clutchin' the heat

Basically, you ^!$$%s can't $#&@ with me
Chorus Cashis
We run this %#@!, fo'-five on the hip,

'Bout to ride for Shady
Y'all ^!$$%s ain't hard, y'all ^!$$%s ain't real
Y'all ^!$$%s ain't crazy

Bring it on if you want, you don't know the homicides
That I've done lately
We run this %#@!, fo'-five on the hip

'Bout to ride for Shady
Verse 2 Obie Trice
Yeah, Trice is back on the Alchy track

With Cashis, capitalising on this mic, in fact
We $#&@in' with the captain of rap, my ^!$$% with the Nike cap
Keep the cottonoid in quite exact

So I'm luring you cats into the second class act
Where maturing's the number uno $$#et, as yet
Who's the pastor, driver, O. Trice

The flow to die for and death blow survive
I echo through your external vibe
With internal experiences I've acquired

I'm probably the most honest Hip-Hopper alive
A victim, depicting images from my own eyes
Never livin' through holmes, why

Homie got his own set of stand-up cahoonas, stand-up guy
It's Cashis, O. Tri', rappers we blow by
This is as accurate as the masses will have it, no lie

(^!$$%!)
Chorus Obie Trice
Chorus Cashis