TRICK-TRICK - Who Want It lyrics

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We been the killas with everything

From chest wets

To death treaths

The best yet

And niggas gettin their neck check

Best check to protect

Detroit is only known know

For best threats

So bet

We got decks

And hecks

Collect debt

And rest the goon sqad

We reck your whole set

We rep the midwest

You reppin niggas get wrong

Speak on your songy songs

Sendin them home

Stone sprone

And broken bones

Better leave us the fuckk alone

Keep it runnin thru niggas

Can't even stomach what

The D got comin

Waitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy

We poppin off shots

Guaranteeing a spot at the top

First place for niggas gettin guys who think you fuckkin with trick and eminem

No you not mother fucker

So next time you see us

Be sure that you make a hole

And when they mention the D

Get down on all fours

Got big killas with big guns (who want it)

Come to my hood

Get some (who want it)

Wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)

Touched up (who want it)

Fucked up (who want it)

Ooh wow, look at the bitches up in this club

Man I'm gettin me some digits fo I leave up out this mug

And it's like oh pal, wam, bam, thank you ma'am

I ain't kissin you on the lips, but I'll be glad to shake your hand

Now let's get blew out, let's start some shit tonight

Just let me pick the chick that I'm a leave here with tonight

Before we get the fighting, and Throughout

This music makes me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick

And expect no-one to get their shit spit

It's just too wild, and one more shot of hypnotic

And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic and blow a fuse out

Homies is like you're startin to static

And I'm nah that's just my swagger but I'm dancing with this fat girl

And gettin Loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partying

Till' this idiot dumps his bacardi on my cardigan and knocks my screws out

It never fails, I'm know I'm going to jail

I might as well take the laces out my shoes now

Got big killas with big guns (who want it)

Come to my hood, get some (who want it)

Wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)

Touched up (who want it)

Fucked up (who want it)

I hear them screamin

God damn it

There goes the eminem

There ain't no hittin him

That think that we just cranked up

But he been them

It's trick and them

Goon sqad gangstas

You can't get to him

We down for the bang and the brawl

But now we killin him

See ever since we started

You might of had to pardon our hardest

From the largest city

They sayin that we retarded

And

Some of their artists got dropped

You think I'm playin

Then bring it

Come on let's see what you got

We make the club go bang (gun shot)

You got that light noise

See ain't nobody fucking with this nigga and this white boy

That been through the realest and the pros

Street just like hoes

We put the thugs on

On him and?

We don't give a fuck about nothin you used to do

This record is not equalient to high scool musical

No blaming paul or dre

Blame me for everything I say

Cause I got him nigga

Got big killas with big guns (who want it)

Come to my hood, get some (who want it)

Wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)

Touched up (who want it)

Fucked up (who want it)