Who Want It (feat. Eminem)

Yeah, we back, baby

I told y'all I was comin' back

Detroit, what

It's Trick Trick

And motherfuckin' Slim Shady

What, I got your back, dawg

Let's go

Get your motherfuckin' hands up

We been the killas with everything

From chest wets to death threats

The best yet and **** gettin' they neck check

Best check to protect

Detroit ain't only known for the best threats

So bet, we got decks and hecks

Collect debt and rest, the goon squad

We wreck your whole set, we rep the midwest

You reppin' **** get wrong

Speak on the song, your soul

We sendin' them home, stone thrown and broken bones

Better leave us the fuck alone

Keepin' it runnin' through, ****

Can't even stomach what the D got comin'

Waitin' until they frontin' and poppin'

Off at the chops, boy, we poppin' off shots

Guaranteein' a spot at the top

First place for the **** gettin' guys

Who think you fuckin' with Trick and Eminem

Oh no, you not, motherfucker

So next time you see us be sure that you make a hole

And when they mention the D, you get down on all fours

Got big killers 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?

Got big killers 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?

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 ooh, pal, wham, bam, thank you, m'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'ma leave here with tonight

'Fore we get to fightin' and throughout

This music makes me rally, 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 Hypnotiq

And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic

And a blow a fuse out, homies is like you're startin' to static

And I'm like, nah, that's just my swagger, but I'm dancin' with this fat girl

And gettin' loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partyin'

Till this idiot dumps his Bacardi on my cardigan

And knocks my screw out, it never fails, I knew I'm goin' to jail

I might as well take the laces out my shoes now

Got big killers 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?

Got big killers 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?

I hear 'em screamin', god damnit, there go the Eminem-inem

There ain't no hittin' him that think that we just cranked up

But he been with them, it's Trick and them, Good 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 have hard to pardon

Our hardest from the largest city, they sayin' that we retarded

And charges that brought upon us, say stop

Some of they artists got dropped, you think I'm playin'

Then bring it, come on, let's see what you got

We make the club go bang, you got that light noise

See ain't nobody fuckin' with this **** and this white boy

That been through the realest and the pros treat they best like hoes

We put the thugs on and make him beat it out of them clothes

We don't give a fuck about nothin' you used to do

Your record is equivalent to High School Musical

No blamin' Jimmy Iovine, Paul, or Dre

Blame me for everything, I say, 'cause I got him, ****

Got big killers 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?

Got big killers 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?

No-damn-body, hell no

Fuckin' around, cuttin' these **** heads off