Royce da 5'9", Trick Trick - We Deep lyrics

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 fit's
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
"Transformers!" Hahaha, GI 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, MIC, 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 MIC gang ass
Street Lord Mafia ass niggas
Y'all niggas come here you
Better call somebody trick, me, Juan
Call one of the bosses