Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Obie Trice
Vocals
Nate Dogg
Vocals
Elizondo
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Obie Trice
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Nathaniel Hale
Songwriter
Elizondo
Songwriter
Marshall Mathers
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Steve King
Recording Engineer
Mike Strange
Recording Engineer
Rich Hunt
Recording Engineer
Dr. Dre
Producer
Elizondo
Producer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer
Rouble Kapoor
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Every man determined his definition of realness
What's real to him?
Everybody's got their own definition of gangsta, man
Okay, this is my definition of gangsta
[Verse 2]
Surprise, motherfuckers
You thought I never would arise, motherfuckers
It's Obie Trice, motherfuckers
Look in the eyes of a real guy
I ain't got time for lies
**** fronting like they lying
****, ya not tough
Decease the bluff
These streets is too heated up for you to front
Dre laced the beat
Heated up for you to bump
Real name no gimmicks
Give my **** what they want
Fuck the image of the blunt
That ain't rap, dog
Be who you wanna be but let it be fat, dog
We'll never let a **** tell you how you should act, dog
Specially when you're fucking with automatic gats, dogs
These **** ain't playing, I'm saying
I'm spraying
I do my dirty work with my hands, I'm a man
Laying a **** down he advance
You fucking with my plans
I'm looking for the tooth
[Verse 3]
Look in my eyes, saying there's a love I can hate
'Cause it's a thin line, walk around with my chest out
Like I got nine lives, never will get to your strap
Before I find mine, wonder what the future is like
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes, real G's anticipate
They got to have mine, all the hoes shopping me out
Say, it's all about time, **** never open they mouth
'Cause they know my kind, find it hard to figure me out
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
[Verse 4]
Now when Obie's up to bat, they asked Obie
How you cope with that?
Cope esthetically, man
I Kobe Bryant rap
I'm so defiant that
The lines I inviting my rhyme
I swear I'm outta my mind sometimes
Out on the grind my kind
Nickel and dime, ****, we ain't rich yet
We on the corner with a forty and a biscuit
Ready for bitch shit
Have you drinking
We ain't got good sense
My hood so tense
**** so dense
I see through the life you invent
Slow up on how you **** vent
You **** ain't representing shit
I represent school crowd killas
Detroit ****
My ****, what?
The realest
Exploit ****
My ****, what?
What's the point in avoiding your feelings
You **** fillas
You drillas you a lyrics motherfuckers
Real life experiences
Eminem gave the clearance
So I'm here to show you, ****, brialiance
Build it
Shady marine no civilian
O Trice you fucking with a real one
[Verse 5]
Look in my eyes, saying there's a love I can hate
'Cause it's a thin line, walk around with my chest out
Like I got nine lives, never will get to your strap
Before I find mine, wonder what the future is like
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes, real G's anticipate
They got to have mine, all the hoes shopping me out
Say, it's all about time, **** never open they mouth
'Cause they know my kind, find it hard to figure me out
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
[Verse 6]
This is what the streets done to me
Hungary, gun on me
Hopes high only deep change up community
Give it up in unity
Raise future miss
You look in my eyes that's the dream Obie see
Man it seems it's as easy as the rhyme Obie brings
But my eye shows things intervene
All or in between
It's like losing my team
Losing my freedom, losing my mind and the being
The being I'm a being
Graduated from rights of beings to a beance
Congratulated on life's Irenes on your biatch
I done came to far to go backwards
My aim to extreme for y'all
[Verse 7]
Look in my eyes, saying there's a love I can hate
'Cause it's a thin line, walk around with my chest out
Like I got nine lives, never will get to your strap
Before I find mine, wonder what the future is like
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes, real G's anticipate
They got to have mine, all the hoes shopping me out
Say, it's all about time, **** never open they mouth
'Cause they know my kind, find it hard to figure me out
Look in my eyes, look in my eyes
[Verse 8]
Look in my eyes, man
It ain't shit but real talk over here, ****
I would never send you elsewhere
I got hair on my nuts, ****
Grown man shit
That's how a **** get into clubs, ****
When I ain't got no ID
Flash my nuts on they ass
They walk me right in, ****
Yeah, Obie Trice
Written by: Andre Romell Young, Mike Elizondo, Nathaniel Hale, Obie Trice