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 Lyrics: 
 Yeah
We back baby
 (Yeah lets go)
 I told y'all I was commin back
 (We done time)
 Detroit
 What
 ???
 Its trick trick
 (Yeah)
 And motherfuckin slim shady (hahahahahaaa)
 (What)
 Gettin' back yoa!
 Get your moterfuckin hands up
 
 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 the 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 fuck alone
 
 Keep it runnin' through 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 fuckin' 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)
 X2
 
 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, lets start some shit tonight
 Just let me pick the chick that I'ma 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)
 X2
 
 I hear them screamin
 God damn it
 There goes the emineminem
 There ain't no hittin him
 That think that we just cranked up
 But he been w them
 
 Its 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 charges brought us over
 
 ?? And stop
 Some of their artists got dropped
 You think I'm playin'
 Then bring it
 Come on lets 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
 And make him beat it out of them clothes
 
 We don't give a fuck about nothin' you used to do
 Your record is equalient to high scool musical
 No blaming jimmy lovine 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)
 X2
 
 No damn body (hell no)
 Fuckin' around cuttin' these niggas heads of
 
 
		
		
	
 
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