[Intro - Trick Trick]
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Nephew, these little faggit, pussy ass, bitch ass niggas
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think they wanna do something with us!?!
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What they wanna do with the D!?!
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[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
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All you gotta do is say my name,
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I make the gun sang, sang
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like Aooooooooh,
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You don't want,
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I have you niggas, bleeding
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laying down hurtin' on the corner like Ahhhhhhhhh-oooooooahhhhhoooo!
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Close your mouth
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before your mouth
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get you into something
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with them detriot niggas
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WE DEEP!
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[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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C'mon with that the throne's intact, tact
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we the reason niggas gotta buy they own shit back, back
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30 niggas pit black in this bitch strapped
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foul mouth niggas get a clip full of tic-tacs (Wooooo!!!)
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mr porters sick track, trick trick blat
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this that, riff raff, tell ya' bitch lick that.
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alcoholic ass clique this a big frat,
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cross the line when we steppin' it's gon be click clack!
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niggas fakin' they throwin' them hissyfits
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they make us start, but they ain't makin' out like ya'
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boy and his kissy bitch
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Till they get taken out like ya like ya boy does his prissy bitch
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my high price lawyer still hood like a dickie fit
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My words like a four forum page
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Hold on, you gone collapse like joe joe on stage
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if you, ever fuck around with me I'll lift you
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it's however you want it
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long as I ain't gotta ride with you (Waaaaaoooooo!)
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[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
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All you gotta do is say my name,
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I make the gun sang, sang
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like Aooooooooh,
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You don't want,
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I have you niggas, bleeding
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laying down hurtin' on the corner like Ahhhhhhhhh-oooooooahhhhhoooo!
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Close your mouth
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before your mouth
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get you into something
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with them detriot niggas
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WE DEEP!
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[Verse 2 - Trick Trick]
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The godfather n the king of the d
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leaving these niggas slept butt ass naked
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like they was sleepin' with me
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you little bad mouth faggit ass lil' boys
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I was bustin' 7'6'2's
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when you was playin' with toys
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[Transformers sample, followed by insane laughter]
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G.I Joe, motherfucka you like playin' games
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but see I don't
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I like, giving the order, for distrubtin' the satchel
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denying alligations, that I was the one that got you (FUCK EM'!!!)
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Kill em' all, and let the lord sort em' out
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Duct tape, covered with lines, and board up the house
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Gon nigga run yo' mouth
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and go out of place
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behind ya' momma, brothers, and sisters cause nobody safe
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I paid mine a long time ago
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you ain't seen dues
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I got a family that'll knock these bitches outta they shoes
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So listen to a professional
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We'a get the best of you
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And run a gas truck through the center in ya' postion[Nigga!]
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[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
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All you gotta do is say my name,
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I make the gun sang, sang
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like Aooooooooh,
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You don't want,
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I have you niggas, bleeding
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laying down hurtin' on the corner like Ahhhhhhhhh-oooooooahhhhhoooo!
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Close your mouth
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before your mouth
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get you into something
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with them detriot niggas
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WE DEEP!
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[Verse 3 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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Show me some respect (uhh)
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Or get ya' shit checked (uhhhh)
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you act dry
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then prolly gon get ya' shit wet [Laughing]
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I ain't tryna be big
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Give me a big check, check
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Could spit techs
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Split up ya' team like dipset
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[Verse 4 - Trick Trick]
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Ya' See these niggas rollin' deep in the truck
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Got the world sayin'
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detroit niggas skeetchy as fuck
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take a niggas shit for nothin'
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but if you say somethin'
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fully automatic double clips we dumpin'
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[Verse 5 - Royce Da 5'9"]
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(DUMPIN!)
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Boy we hot
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Look at the dough we got
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broke, no we not
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you spoked and you know we shot
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slug him with 40 shots
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the proof is my porty pot
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my crew startin' shit
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like ya' boy 40 Glocc
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[Verse 6 - Trick Trick]
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You niggas worry bout me
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you better worry bout sweets
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goon squad mic controllin' the streets
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fuck with niggas that take bread for heads
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coke cain slangers
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fuck you little sissy ass myspace gang bangers (Hooooeeeeeeeeee)
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[Chorus - Royce Da 5'9"]
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All you gotta do is say my name,
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I make the gun sang, sang
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like Aooooooooh,
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