Who Want It - Trick Trick, Eminem

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