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[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] |