[Verse - Trick Trick]
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We been the killas with everything
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From chest wets
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To death treaths
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The best yet
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And niggas gettin their neck check
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Best check to protect
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Detroit is only known know
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For best threats
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So bet
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We got decks
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And hecks
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Collect debt
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And rest the goon sqad
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We reck your whole set
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We rep the midwest
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You reppin niggas get wrong
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Speak on your songy songs
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Sendin them home
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Stone sprone
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And broken bones
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Better leave us the fuckk alone
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Keep it runnin thru niggas
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Can't even stomach what
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The D got comin
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Waitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy
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We poppin off shots
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Guaranteeing a spot at the top
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First place for niggas gettin guys who think you fuckkin with trick and eminem
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No you not mother fucker
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So next time you see us
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Be sure that you make a hole
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And when they mention the D
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Get down on all fours
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[Chorus - Trick Trick]
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Got big killas with big guns (who want it)
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Come to my hood
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Get some (who want it)
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Wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)
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Touched up (who want it)
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Fucked up (who want it)
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[x2]
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[Verse - Eminem]
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Ooh wow, look at the bitches up in this club
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Man I'm gettin me some digits fo I leave up out this mug
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And it's like oh pal, wam, bam, thank you ma'am
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I ain't kissin you on the lips, but I'll be glad to shake your hand
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Now let's get blew out, let's start some shit tonight
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Just let me pick the chick that I'm a leave here with tonight
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Before we get the fighting, and Throughout
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This music makes me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick
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And expect no-one to get their shit spit
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It's just too wild, and one more shot of hypnotic
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And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic and blow a fuse out
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Homies is like you're startin to static
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And I'm nah that's just my swagger but I'm dancing with this fat girl
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And gettin Loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partying
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Till' this idiot dumps his bacardi on my cardigan and knocks my screws out
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It never fails, I'm know I'm going to jail
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I might as well take the laces out my shoes now
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[Chorus - Trick Trick]
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Got big killas with big guns (who want it)
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Come to my hood, get some (who want it)
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Wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)
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Touched up (who want it)
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Fucked up (who want it)
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[x2]
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[Verse - Trick Trick]
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I hear them screamin
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God damn it
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There goes the eminem
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There ain't no hittin him
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That think that we just cranked up
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But he been them
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It's trick and them
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Goon sqad gangstas
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You can't get to him
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We down for the bang and the brawl
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But now we killin him
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See ever since we started
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You might of had to pardon our hardest
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From the largest city
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They sayin that we retarded
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And ? brought us over
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Some of their artists got dropped
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You think I'm playin
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Then bring it
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Come on let's see what you got
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We make the club go bang (gun shot)
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You got that light noise
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See ain't nobody fucking with this nigga and this white boy
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That been through the realest and the pros
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Street just like hoes
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We put the thugs on
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On him and?
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We don't give a fuck about nothin you used to do
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This record is not equalient to high scool musical
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No blaming paul or dre
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Blame me for everything I say
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Cause I got him nigga
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[Chorus - Trick Trick]
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Got big killas with big guns (who want it)
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Come to my hood, get some (who want it)
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Wanna start shit in the club boy (who want it)
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Touched up (who want it)
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Fucked up (who want it)
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[x2]
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Who Want It
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Trick-Trick |