3 thoughts on “Trick Trick ft. Eminem – Who Want It

  1. 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 f**k alone

    keep it runnin thru niggas
    cant 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 f**kin with trick and eminem
    no you not mother f**ker
    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)
    f**ked up (who want it)

    Ooh wow, look at the bitches up in this club
    Man im 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 ill be glad to shake your hand
    Now lets 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)
    f**ked up (who want it)

    i hear them screamin
    god damn it
    there goes the emineminem
    there aint no hittin him
    that think that we just cranked up
    but he been w them

    its trick and them
    goon sqad gangstas
    you cant 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
    an __ brought us over

    some of their artists got dropped
    you think im 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 f**king 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 dont give a f**k 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

    i got big killas with big guns (who want it)

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