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Song: | Who Want It |
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Year: | | Length: | 252 sec |
Lyrics:
Yeah, we back, baby (Let's go) I told y'all we was comin' back (We done told 'em) Detroit (Detroit) What (what), bitch It's Trick Trick What And motherfuckin' Slim Shady What I got your back, dog Let's go Get your motherfuckin' hands up We've been accused of everything from chest wets to death threats The best yet and niggas gettin' they neck checked Best check to protect, Detroit ain't only known For the best threats, so bet, we got decks And hex, collect debt and rest the goon squad We wreck your whole set, we rep the mid-west You rappin' niggas get wrong, speak on us on your songs We sendin' them home, stones thrown and broken bones Better leave us the fuck alone, keep it runnin' through niggas Can't even stomach what the D got comin' And we ain't into that frontin', and poppin' off at the chops, boy We poppin' off shots and guaranteein' a spot at the top First place for niggas gettin' got You think you fuckin' with Trick and Eminem, but no, you not, motherfucker 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 killers 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?) Got big killers 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 'fore I leave up out this mug And it's like boom pow, wham, 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'ma leave here with tonight 'fore we get to fightin' And threw out, this music makes me rowdy How they gonna play that new Trick Trick and expect no one to get their shit split? It's just too wild, and one more shot of Hpnotiq And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic And blow a fuse out, homies is like, 'You're startin' to stagger' And I'm like, 'Nah, that's just my swagger' and I'm dancin' with this fat girl And gettin' loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partyin' 'Til this idiot dumps his Bacardi on my cardigan And knocks my screws out, it never fails, I know I'm goin' to jail I might as well take the laces out my shoes now Got big killers 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?) Got big killers 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', 'Goddammit, there go that Eminem and 'em' It ain't no hittin' him, they think that we just clanked up, but he been with them It's Trick and them goon squad gangsters, you can't get to him We down for the bang and the brawl but now we killin' 'em See, ever since we started you might've had to pardon Our heart is from the largest city, they sayin' that we retarded In charge, we brought us on, so stop, 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, you got that light noise See, ain't nobody fuckin' with this nigga and this white boy Done been through the realest and the pros, treated their best like hoes We put the thugs on and make 'em beat up out of they clothes We don't give a fuck about nothin' you used to do Your record is equivalent to High School Musical No blamin' Jimmy Lovine, Paul or Dre Blame me for everything I say, 'cause I got him nigga Got big killers 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?) Got big killers 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?) No-damn-body (hell no) Fuckin' around, cut one of you niggas' heads off
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