Trick-trick - Who Want It lyrics

[Intro: Trick-Trick & Eminem] Yeah, we back baby! (Yea, let's go!) I told y'all I was coming back (We done time !) Detroit, what b**h? It's Trick-Trick ! (Yeah !) And motherf**in Slim Shady ! (Hahahahahaaa!) (What?) Gettin back yo! Get your motherf**in' hands up! [Verse 1: Trick-Trick] We've been accused of everything From chest wets, to d**h threats The best yet, and n***as gettin' their neck check Best check to protect Detroit is only known know For the best threats So bet, we got decks and techs Collect debt And rest the goon squad We reck your whole set We rep the Mid-West You reppin n***as get wrong Speak on your songy songs Sendin' them home Stone sprone And broken bones Better leave us the f** alone Keep it runnin' thru n***as Can't even stomach what The D got comin' Waitin' until they frontin' and poppin' off at the Chopper Boyz We poppin off shots Guaranteeing a spot at the top First place for n***as gettin guys who think you f**in with Trick and Eminem No you not motherf**er So next time you see us Be sure that you make a hole And when they mention the D Get down on all fours [Hook: Trick-Trick] Got big k**as with big guns (Who want it?) Come to my hood Get some (Who want it?) Wanna start sh** in the club boy (Who want it?) Touched up (Who want it?) f**ed up (Who want it?) (x2) [Verse 2: Eminem] Ooh wow, look at the b**hes up in this club Man im gettin me some digits fo I leave up out this mug And it's like boom pow, wam, bam, thank you ma'am I ain't kissin you on the lips, but ill be glad to shake your hand Now let's get blew out, lets start some sh** tonight Just let me pick the chick that I'mma leave here with tonight Before we get the fighting, and threw out This music makes me rowdy, how they gonna play that new trick trick And expect no-one to get their sh** split 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 stagger 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 Til' 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Trick-Trick] I hear them screamin' God damn it There goes the Eminem in 'em ! There ain't no hittin' him That think that we just cranked up But he been with them It's Trick and them Goon squad gangstas You can't get to him We down for the bang and the brawl But now we k**in' 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 They should just stop 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**ing with this n***a and this white boy That been through the realest and the pros Treated their best like hoes We put the thugs on And make him beat it out of them clothes We don't give a f** about nothing you used to do Your record is equalient to high scool musical No blaming Jimmy Iovine, Paul or Dre Blame me for everything I say Cause I got him n***a [Hook] [Outro] No damn body (Hell no !) f**in' around, cuttin these n***as heads off