Everywhere I Go

[Intro: Obie Trice]

Yeah

Ride wit me

Come ride wit Trice, man

I brought my man wit me

Curtis Interscope Jack (ha ha)

Mr. Mathers, my nigga Fif' [Yeah]

Holla at 'em

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be

It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and who I be, homie

Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be

It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and who I be, homie

[Verse 1: Obie Trice]

They say Obie Trice gone, look at him

Back then I was Mike Jones, who would even look at him?

Now I recite songs with icons, see I come from convicts and crumbs

My nigga, listen, his transitions shows his ambitions

Nuttin less then the man getting off his ass and vanishing

Into the world of ass kissing, witness him with Ashton Kutcher

Now they ask for pictures, autographs, signatures

Went from rags to riches to getting ass from bitches

It's hard to grasp the situation at hand

When you used to have to ask for digits

Now they pass em to you like easy fast for tickets

Classic isn't it? Coming from a past with a casket

Dips from beneathe the grass, so you're cremated to ashes

Nigga, created from the Craft, this is past fictious

Fif, tell em how we was when we last wen' visit

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be

It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and who I be, homie

Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be

It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and who I be, homie

[Verse 2: Obie Trice]

And now the spotlight's on Trice

But back when the spot life was Trice

I always kept beside a spot for a mic, despite

Wrongs and rights, I would write after I slung white

To homes on the pipe, I had a notion I would be bi-costal

But being across the ocean is la vida loca

And vada loco, I'm in Janayo

Konecheewa in Tokyo, it's sushi with eel

I got a taste for that pompies chopping up in Brazil

Drinking the finest wines in France on the hill

Now how real is he to come from where we get killed

To having all his dreams fulfilled, look out

I got fantasies of being in Italy where the women be

Offering me the cooch-o, eating on ossobuco

Awesome, I know, so often, we just reach the coffin

And never get to see what the world's offering

[Chorus: 50 Cent]

Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be

It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and who I be, homie

Everywhere I go, I mean, like everywhere I be

It seems like everybody knows, how I get down, and who I be, homie

[Outro: 50 Cent & Obie Trice]

Yeah

Things change man

You know, get a chance to travel

See the world and you start to look at things a lil different

You ain't bullshitting

Cuz I ain't never thought I'd see it out the hood

Heh, look at a nigga now