| Yeah, we back baby!
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| (Yea, let’s go!)
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| I told y’all I was coming back
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| (We done time !)
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| Detroit, what bitch?
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| It’s Trick-Trick !
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| (Yeah !)
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| And motherfuckin Slim Shady ! |
| (Hahahahahaaa!)
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| (What?)
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| Gettin back yo!
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| Get your motherfuckin' hands up!
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| We’ve been accused of everything
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| From chest wets, to death threats
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| The best yet, 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 the best threats
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| So bet, we got decks and techs
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| Collect debt
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| And rest the goon squad
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| We reck your whole set
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| We rep the Mid-West
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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 fuck 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 Chopper Boyz
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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 fuckin with Trick and Eminem
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| No you not motherfucker
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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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| 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?) (x2)
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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 boom pow, 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’mma leave here with tonight
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| 'Fore we get to fighting and threw out
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| This music makes me rowdy, how they gonna play that new Trick-Trick
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| And expect no one to get their shit split?
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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 stagger
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| And I’m like: 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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| 'Til 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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| I hear them screamin'
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| God damn it
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| There goes the Eminem in 'em !
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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 with them
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| It’s Trick and them
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| Goon squad 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 charges brought us over
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| They should just stop
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| Some of their artists got dropped
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| You think im playin
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| Then bring it
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| Come on lets 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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| Treated their best like hoes
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| We put the thugs on
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| And make him beat it out of them clothes
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| We don’t give a fuck about nothing you used to do
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| Your record is equalient to high scool musical
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| No blaming Jimmy Iovine, 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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| No damn body (Hell no !)
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| Fuckin' around, cuttin these niggas heads off |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Who Want It (feat. Eminem) , by - Trick Trick. Song from the album Featuring, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп