OBIE TRICE - real name, no gimmicks. One sentence, But it really says it all. Rapping under his government name, Obie Trice, is the real deal, no frills, no filler. Just skills and personality.

Obie, whose career jumped off in the same Detroit neighborhoods and underground scene that had birthed Eminem, was quick to keep his attention once they met. "I'm basically a real laid back type of dude," says Trice of his first meeting with Em, "But I'm really about my music, so we got along great from the jump." Em was so impressed with Obie's work ethic, and felt so strongly that he fit the Shady roster, that he rushed production on a Obie freestyle skit which was added to D-12's double platinum '01 Debut 'Devil's Night.'

Working with legendary producers like Timbaland and Dr. Dre, and the Shady one himself, Obie quickly knocked out a slew of tracks. Obie's offbeat but respectable rhyme style was a perfect fit for Em's curious, but nonetheless g'd up beat selection. "Once me and Em really got into the studio together," says Trice, "It just became clear that we should do most of the record together."

Obie Trice's 'Cheers' promises exactly the same thing as his name: No gimmicks! Recognize.

Obie Trice given the name at birth, born in Detroit, Michigan on November 14th 1977. When Obie did decide to go to school he attended High School at Cooley High in Detroit, MI. On October 5th 1998 Obie�s daughter Kobie was born, she is now his everything in life.

He has been rapping for over 12years since he was the age of 11. His musical influences as he was growing up included such artists as Big Daddy Kane, Biz Markie, Rakim and Redman.

He has had major underground success hits, with such tracks as of �Respect�, �Dope Jobs Homeliss�, �The Well Known Asshole� and many more. With such underground succes he has been signed to Eminem�s new label, Shady Records under Interscope. He has had recent guest appearances on such albums as D12�s �Devils Night� and on DJ Butter�s 2nd mix tape �Shit Happens�. Obie Trice�s 1st album will be dropping in the summer of 2002, being produced by Moss, DJ Head, Kon Artist, Alchemist, Rush (Royce Da 5�9�s producer), Dr. Dre, and Eminem.

[Intro - Eminem]
If there's any bitches in this room, then there's something I gotta say
For all the fools who fell for first girl who comes their way
I've been down that road and now I'm back sitting on square one
Trying to pick myself up where I started from

[Verse 1 - Obie Trice]
I never would've thought that I'd see you out of control
Even though my penis was deep down in your hole
You should know between us, we was like mates of soul
Nothing could intervene us, especially no hoes
You was more sort of chalant type I chose
To more shows, on the true nights I suppose
That's how it go, with time spent, emotion grows
In the beginning friends, we decided to roll
So who's responsible when you get excited, explode
And Obie's grinnin', then you invite that Obie's cold
But bitches they gon' talk, niggas they gon' hate
We established this way before we became mates
So what's required is that you chill with all that fire
Get your desire when I retire and ...

[Chorus]
Spend some time with me
SAY THAT YOU'LL BE MINE.

[Hook - Eminem]
I never thought I'd find someone to be mine
Lord knows I was right 'cuz you just crossed the line

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Eminem]
I used to say I never met a girl like you before
Still ain't got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are
Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters
'Til you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my drawers
Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for cant belive i almost flew the coop for some stupid whore you used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours all i ever wanted from you was a few booty calls if you recall i used to treat you like a poopie broad when we fucked i refused to even take my jewlery off but it threw me off the first time i called and you blew me off
It was a shock, it struck me as odd, but it turned me on
You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue
And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me
And who'da even knew that who would'a even thought possibly
Cupid could shoot another one of them God-damned darts at me
It's true that I got shot in the heart
But when some one seems too good to be true, they usually are
But see, when you're in it, it's too hard to see
'Til you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach -
Up under the seat, as your heart starts to beat
Before you make a decision that's life altering
And just as you halt, and you turn and you start to leave
You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Stat Quo]
(Yeah right bitch, spend some time on my dick)
In most cases - Stat's attitude is fuck a bitch
My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch
But you was different, thought we shared a covenant
Even held your hand in public
We sufferin because of this shorty's on some hole another shit
Tryin' to play slick, thinkin' I'ma tricked off rip
I'll admit - I was caught in the mix, down to commit
Feeding you the best of me, I should've fed you piss
We started off closer than close
But who could've predicted or known
Your triflin' way would've stopped our growth
And the final result - back in that same boat
I ask myself do I love these hoes? Nope!

[Verse 4 - 50 Cent]
Em introduced us, "50 this is Tanya, Tanya this is 50"
Then slid off and left her to kick it with me
I complimented her, I said "you have very nice lips"
With my imagination, I could see her suckin' my dick
We played the phone game, a week later shit changed fast
Had her comin' in a cab to give me some as
Downtown Manhattan on the balcony, stare at the skyline
Penthouse full of imported , you know how I grind
She got the talkin', talkin' like an opportunitist too
Why talk when suckin' my dick is the real career move?
Said she's an inspiring actress, she do videos for practice
Yeah yeah, know how many times I done heard that shit?

[Chorus]

[Hook]

[Chorus]
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[Verse 1 - Eminem]

Jimmy can crack corn, but I don't care
My enemies crack corn, but I don't care
You can be black, white or a albino yeah
You can have corn rows inside your hair
I give a fuck if I don't like your stare
This bottle of wine goes upside your head
A little bit psycho, but I know that
Think you just don't say it, then I won't say it
See if you don't brag, then I don't brag
I know I'm bad, as long as I know I'm bad
I don't need y'all to co-sign no shit
You can just keep makin them tired old threats
A little bit like the boy you cried wolf yeah
See me, but don't dare to try no shit
Cause you know that somewhere inside those layers
A rattlesnake's right there to bite your ass
And I can be so quiet and strike so fast
Like lightning bolts right out the sky go *blah
From outta nowhere, you might find your career
Come to an *err and I'm just like (Oh Yeah)

[Chorus - Eminem]

See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh yeah)
Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah)
See us keep blowin up, we're like (Oh yeah)
See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care
See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah)
See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em)
And where is D12 at, they like (We over here)
And where the fuck we goin, well like (No where)

[Verse 2 - Eminem]

Jealous little fucks beg for my attention but
I done told you once, I'm not the kind of attention you want
If I tell you twice, then I won't be so nice
If you keep comin back, that only means you know you lost the fight
They wanna talk shit, let em talk shit, cause they talk shit
Knowin deep down, they really just wanna squash it
Cause no one wants to walk around, steppin in dog shit
And get doo-doo on the shoe again, soon as they washed it
But the pride won't let em, inside's like 'go get em'
And I'm just like 'Why your tryna fight momentum'
We just keep winnin, by landslides oh and umm
Shady Limited's in any size yo, Denim
To velour, even our clothing line's on fire
As 50 would say 'Our clothing line's on Fiya'
Meanwhile your minds on us, like mine's on Mariah
And y'all is just like her, you're all fucking liars
But I just keep fucking you, like I fucked her
Right in the ass with KY, yes sir!
So full of joy, boy am I absurd
Even Chingy would tell you
'Yea boi don't curr'

[Chorus - Eminem]

See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh yeah)
Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah)
See us keep blowin up, we're like (Oh yeah)
See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care
See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah)
See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em)
And where is G-Unit at, they like (We over here)
And where the fuck we goin, well like (No where)

[Verse 3 - 50 Cent]

Ya homie got clapped on, man I don't care
The cops in my Nana crib, but I'm not there
It is what it is dogg, man life's not fair
Ya friend shoulda know not to front round here
Listen kid, where I'm from, the wolves smell fear
They'll strip yo ass of your jewels, right here
Man I'ma say this one time, now get this clear
Man you can catch a hot one like outta no where
A beautiful day, without drama is rare
Ya girl's a freak, man sometime we share
Yeah, I wear a condom and you go bare
You prolly heard about me, I'm a shown up playa
In the hood politicin, like I'm runnin for mayor
ridin, windin, dining and shining, know what I'm sayin
I ain't got time for fuckin around, and horseplayin
I'm makin hits, my homies takin hits, who's stayin

[Chorus - Eminem]

See us on them award shows, we're like (Oh yeah)
Can we get more of those, they're like (Oh yeah)
See us keep blowin up, we're like (Oh yeah)
See Jimmy can crack corn but I don't care
See me in the videos, I'm like (Oh yeah)
See me right up close, you're like (Oh Em)
And where is D12 at, they like (We over here)
And where the fuck we goin, well like (No where)
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Real Name: Stanley Benton
Birth Date: July 24, 1979
Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia

Forget about everything you think you know about Southern rap and open your ears to the new sound of the A-Town. "Everything I do is different from what's going on right now," says Stat Quo matter-of-factly. And Shady/Aftermath's newest recruit isn't just blowing hot air. Although his name may suggest the average, Shady/Aftermath Records' first southern artist is anything but. "A lot of these artists are just clones of what's come before," says Stat from under the brim of his signature Braves fitted cap. "But I don't sound like anybody, especially [anyone] out the south. Period. I'm setting the new bar. I'm the way things should be."

Ain't that the truth? If only every new artist could spit and sound like Stat�mixing style and substance into a mean brew that'll force you to rearrange your thinking about southern rap. And if only every rapper was blessed with Stat's distinctive flow (even folks in East Atlanta think his accent is unique), then you might be able to find folks on posse cuts as easily as you can hear Stat shine in any crowd. And if only everybody had to impress Eminem and Dr. Dre just to get a deal. "Just being around the two of them, you can't buy that experience," says Stat. "Eminem will just give you those little techniques on putting words together, and you'll be like, damn, I can literally make orange rhyme with purple. And then you fuck with Dre� and Dre, man, he just takes what you do to a whole 'nother level."

Eminem plus Dr. Dre is definitely one vicious combo, just ask 50 Cent, the only other artist besides Stat directly signed to the rap's reigning kings. One listen to Stat Quo's impressive debut, Statlanta, and it'll quickly become clear why both Em and Dre felt they had to be involved in the project. From the frenetic thump of this spring's hottest street single, "Like Dat," to the dark DJ Toomp produced anthem, "I'm Livin'," Statlanta is packed with enough Southern heat to melt the polar cap. And Statlanta's appeal stretches way beyond the Georgia State. With appearances by Scarface, Devin the Dude, Young Buck and Eminem, plus production by Scott Storch, Eminem and Dr. Dre. Stat's debut is sure to have heads buzzing from Bankhead to Brooklyn and beyond. "Motherfuckers just be making songs, not albums," says Stat. "But an author doesn't write a book and chapter one don't have shit to do with chapter 12. An album has to be a journey, it has to have a storyline and it all has to correlate."

And Stat Quo definitely got a story to tell. Atlanta born and bred, he's seen all sides of his red hot hometown, so whether it's breaking down the traps (song-tk) or making the girls in the club get low ("Like Dat"), Stat's got it covered. But there's more to Stat than stuntin and flossin'. The college grad (Stat earned a double major in international business and economics from the University of Florida in 2000) can help those with their money on their mind get their mind right (song-TK), and explore emotional depths that few MCs would touch ("Thirty Minutes"). And with an ear finely tuned by a vast catalog of rap classic � "I grew up on Outkast, 8Ball & MJG, UGK, Scarface, plus Wu-Tang, Nas and the whole Death Row movement, back when everybody was popping on all cylinders," he says � and with Dre and Em behind him, the stage is set, not just for a classic debut, but for a legendary career. Such versatility is all part of Stat Quo's master plan. "When people think about lyricists in the South, I want my name to come to their head," he says. "And not just when they think about the South, but lyricists period. When people say who the best damn rappers period, I want motherfuckas to say my name."

So, what you really know about the Dirty South?

Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down...

[Chorus]
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

[Verse 1]
I'm supposed to be the soldier who never blows his composure
Even though I hold the weight of the whole world on my shoulders
I am never supposed to show it, my crew ain't supposed to know it
Even if it means goin' toe to toe with a Benzino it don't matter
I'd never drag them in battles that I can handle unless I absolutely have to
I'm supposed to set an example
I need to be the leader, my crew looks for me to guide 'em
If some shit ever just pop off, I'm supposed to be beside 'em
That Ja shit I tried to squash it, it was too late to stop it
There's a certain line you just don't cross and he crossed it
I heard him say hailie`s name on a song and I just lost it
It was crazy, this shit went way beyond some Jay-Z and Nas shit
And even though the battle was won, I feel like we lost it
I spent too much energy on it, honestly I'm exhausted
And I'm so caught in it I almost feel I'm the one who caused it
This ain't what I'm in hip-hop for, it's not why I got in it
That was never my object for someone to get killed
Why would I wanna destroy something I help build
It wasn't my intentions, my intentions was good
I went through my whole career without ever mentionin' Suge <-- not said
Now it's just out of respect for not runnin' my mouth
And talkin' about something that I knew nothing about
Plus Dre told me stay out, this just wasn't my beef
So I did, I just fell back, watched and gritted my teeth
While he's all over TV yeah im talkin' a man who literally saved my life
Like fuck it I understand this is business
And this shit just isn't none of my business
But still knowin' this shit could pop off at any minute cause

[Chorus]
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers

[Verse 2]
There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme
And wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'
But now it's elevated cuz once you put someone's kids in it
The shit gets escalated, it ain't just words no more is it?
It's a different ball game, callin' names and you ain't just rappin'
We actually tried to stop the 50 and Ja beef from happenin'
Me and Dre had sat with him, kicked it and had a chat with him
And asked him not to start it he wasn't gonna go after him
Until Ja started yappin' in magazines how we stabbed him
Fuck it 50 smash 'em, mash 'em and let him have it
Meanwhile my attention is pullin' in another direction
Some receptionist at The Source who answers phones at his desk
Has an erection for me and thinks that I'll be his resurrection
Tries to blow the dust off his mic and make a new record
But now he's fucked the game up cuz one of the ways I came up
Was through that publication the same one that made me famous
Now the owner of it has got a grudge against me for nothin'
Well fuck it, that motherfucker can get it too, fuck him then
But I'm so busy being pissed off I don't stop to think
That we just inherited 50's beef with Murder Inc.
And he's inherited mine which is fine ain't like either of us mind
We still have soldiers that's on the front line
That's willing to die for us as soon as we give the orders
Never to extort us, strictly to show they support us
We'll maybe shout 'em out in a rap or up in a chorus
To show them we love 'em back and let 'em know how important it is
To have Runyon Avenue soldiers up in our corners
Their loyalty to us is worth more than any award is
But I ain't tryna have none of my people hurt and murdered
It ain't worth it, I can't think of a perfecter way to word it
Then to just say that I love ya'll too much to see the virdict
I'll walk away from it all before I let it go any further
But don't get it twisted, it's not a plea that I'm coppin'
I'm just willin' to be the bigger man
If ya'll can quit poppin' off at your jaws well then i can
Cause frankly I'm sick of talkin'
I'm not gonna let someone elses coffin rest on my conscience cause...

[Chorus]
Step by step, heart to heart, left right left
We all fall down like toy soldiers
Bit by bit, torn apart, we never win
But the battle wages on for toy soldiers
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