Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Who Want It, artist - Trick Trick. Date of issue: 10.11.2008
Song language: English
Who Want It |
| Yeah, we back baby! |
| (Yea, let’s go!) |
| I told y’all I was coming back |
| (We done time !) |
| Detroit, what bitch? |
| It’s Trick-Trick ! |
| (Yeah !) |
| And motherfuckin Slim Shady ! |
| (Hahahahahaaa!) |
| (What?) |
| Gettin back yo! |
| Get your motherfuckin' hands up! |
| We’ve been accused of everything |
| From chest wets, to death threats |
| The best yet, and niggas 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 niggas get wrong |
| Speak on your songy songs |
| Sendin' them home |
| Stone sprone |
| And broken bones |
| Better leave us the fuck alone |
| Keep it runnin' thru niggas |
| 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 niggas gettin guys who think you fuckin with Trick and Eminem |
| No you not motherfucker |
| 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?) |
| Fucked up (Who want it?) (x2) |
| Ooh wow, look at the bitches up in this club |
| Man I’m 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 I’ll be glad to shake your hand |
| Now let’s get blew out, let’s start some shit tonight |
| Just let me pick the chick that I’mma leave here with tonight |
| 'Fore we get to fighting and threw out |
| This music makes me rowdy, how they gonna play that new Trick-Trick |
| And expect no one to get their shit 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 like: 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 |
| 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 killin' 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 fucking with this nigga 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 fuck 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 nigga |
| No damn body (Hell no !) |
| Fuckin' around, cuttin these niggas heads off |