Lyrics We Deep - Trick Trick, Royce 5'9

We Deep

Nephew, these lil' faggot pussy-ass bitch-ass niggas
Think they wanna do somethin with us?
What they wanna do with the D?
All you gotta do is say my name
I make the gun sing (sing) like (ooooh)
You don’t want it, I’ll have you niggas bleedin
Layin' down hurtin' on the corner like (owwww)
Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)
Gets you into somethin' with them Detroit niggas
We deep!
C’mon with that, the throne’s intact
We the reason niggas gotta buy they own shit back
Thirty niggas spit black in this bitch strapped
Foul-mouth niggas get a clip, full of tic-tacs (woooo!)
Mr. Porter’s sick track, Trick Trick back
This that, riff-raff, tell your bitch lick that
Alcoholic ass clique, this a big frat
Cross the line when we steppin it’s gon' be click-clack
Niggas fakin, they throwin them hissy fits
They make us start but they ain’t makin out like ya boy and his kissy bitch
'Til they get taken out like your boy do his prissy bitch
My high price laywer’s still hood like a Dickie fit
My words like a fo'-fo' on page
Hold on, you gon' collapse like JoJo on stage
If you, ever fuck around with me I’ll lift you
It’s however you want it long as I ain’t gotta ride wit’chu!
All you gotta do is say my name
I make the gun sing (sing) like (ooooh)
You don’t want it, I’ll have you niggas bleedin
Layin down hurtin on the corner like (owwww)
Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)
Gets you into somethin with them Detroit niggas
We deep!
Okay, Trick
The godfather and the king of the D
Leavin these niggas slept butt-ass naked like they was sleepin with me
You lil' bad mouth faggot-ass lil' boys
I was bustin seven-six-two's, when you was playin with toys
Hahaha, G.I.
Joe
Motherfucker you like playin games, well see I don’t
I like, givin the order for distributin the satchel
Denyin allegations that I was the one that got you
Fuck em'!
Kill 'em all and let the Lord sort 'em out
Duct tape, covered with lines and board up the house
Go on nigga run yo' mouth, and go out of place
But hide yo' momma, brothers and sisters cause nobody’s safe
I paid mine a long time ago, you ain’t seen dues
I got a family that’ll knock these bitches out of they shoes
So listen to a professional, we’ll get the best of you
And run a gas truck through the center of yo' position, nigga!
All you gotta do is say my name
I make the gun sing (sing) like (ooooh)
You don’t want it, I’ll have you niggas bleedin
Layin down hurtin on the corner like (owwww)
Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)
Gets you into somethin with them Detroit niggas
We deep!
Show me some respect, or get your shit checked
You act dry then you probably gon' get your shit wet
I ain’t tryin to be Big, give me a big check
Then spit tecs, split up the team like DipSet
Okay, see these niggas rollin deep in a truck
Got the world sayin Detroit niggas skeetchy as fuck!
Takin niggas shit for nothin, but if you say somethin
Fully automatic double clips I’ll be dumpin
Dumpin, boy we hot, look at the dough we got
Broke, no we not;
he spoke then you know he’s shot
Slug him with forty shots, the proof is my porty pot
My crew startin shit like your boy 40 Glocc
You niggas worry about me you better worry about sweets
Goon Squad, M.I.C., controllin the streets
Fuck with niggas that take bread for heads, cocaine slangers
Fuck you lil' sissy-ass MySpace gangbangers (hohh!)
All you gotta do is say my name
I make the gun sing (sing) like (ooooh)
You don’t want it, I’ll have you niggas bleedin
Layin down hurtin on the corner like (owwww)
Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)
Gets you into somethin with them Detroit niggas
We deep!
Geah, Goon Squad Crip ass
Motherfuckin M.I.C.
gang ass
Street Lord Mafia ass niggas
Y’all niggas come here you better call somebody
Trick, me, Juan
Call one of the bosses