[Verse - Trick Trick] We been the killas with everything From chest wets To death treaths The best yet And ****** gettin their neck check Best check to protect Detroit is only known know For best threats So bet We got decks And hecks Collect debt And rest the goon sqad We reck your whole set We rep the midwest You reppin ****** get wrong Speak on your songy songs Sendin them home Stone sprone And broken bones Better leave us the ****k alone Keep it runnin thru ****** Can't even stomach what The D got comin Waitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy We poppin off shots Guaranteeing a spot at the top First place for ****** gettin guys who think you ****kin with trick and eminem No you not mother ****** So next time you see us Be sure that you make a hole And when they mention the D Get down on all fours
[Chorus - Trick Trick] Got big killas with big guns (who want it) Come to my hood Get some (who want it) Wanna start **** in the club boy (who want it) Touched up (who want it) ****ed up (who want it) [x2]
[Verse - Eminem] Ooh wow, look at the *****es up in this club Man I'm gettin me some digits fo I leave up out this mug And it's like oh pal, 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 **** tonight Just let me pick the chick that I'm a leave here with tonight Before we get the fighting, and Throughout This music makes me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick And expect no-one to get their **** spit 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 static And I'm 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 Till' 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
[Chorus - Trick Trick] Got big killas with big guns (who want it) Come to my hood, get some (who want it) Wanna start **** in the club boy (who want it) Touched up (who want it) ****ed up (who want it) [x2]
[Verse - Trick Trick] I hear them screamin God damn it There goes the eminem There ain't no hittin him That think that we just cranked up But he been them It's trick and them Goon sqad 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 ? brought us over Some of their 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 (gun shot) You got that light noise See ain't nobody ****ing with this ***** and this white boy That been through the realest and the pros Street just like hoes We put the thugs on On him and? We don't give a **** about nothin you used to do This record is not equalient to high scool musical No blaming paul or dre Blame me for everything I say Cause I got him *****
[Chorus - Trick Trick] Got big killas with big guns (who want it) Come to my hood, get some (who want it) Wanna start **** in the club boy (who want it) Touched up (who want it) ****ed up (who want it) [x2]
[Verse - Trick Trick] We been the killas with everything From chest wets To death treaths The best yet And ****** gettin their neck check Best check to protect Detroit is only known know For best threats So bet We got decks And hecks Collect debt And rest the goon sqad We reck your whole set We rep the midwest You reppin ****** get wrong Speak on your songy songs Sendin them home Stone sprone And broken bones Better leave us the ****k alone Keep it runnin thru ****** Can't even stomach what The D got comin Waitin until they frontin and poppin off at the chops boy We poppin off shots Guaranteeing a spot at the top First place for ****** gettin guys who think you ****kin with trick and eminem No you not mother ****** So next time you see us Be sure that you make a hole And when they mention the D Get down on all fours
[Chorus - Trick Trick] Got big killas with big guns (who want it) Come to my hood Get some (who want it) Wanna start **** in the club boy (who want it) Touched up (who want it) ****ed up (who want it) [x2]
[Verse - Eminem] Ooh wow, look at the *****es up in this club Man I'm gettin me some digits fo I leave up out this mug And it's like oh pal, 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 **** tonight Just let me pick the chick that I'm a leave here with tonight Before we get the fighting, and Throughout This music makes me rally, how they gonna play that new trick trick And expect no-one to get their **** spit 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 static And I'm 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 Till' 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
[Chorus - Trick Trick] Got big killas with big guns (who want it) Come to my hood, get some (who want it) Wanna start **** in the club boy (who want it) Touched up (who want it) ****ed up (who want it) [x2]
[Verse - Trick Trick] I hear them screamin God damn it There goes the eminem There ain't no hittin him That think that we just cranked up But he been them It's trick and them Goon sqad 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 ? brought us over Some of their 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 (gun shot) You got that light noise See ain't nobody ****ing with this ***** and this white boy That been through the realest and the pros Street just like hoes We put the thugs on On him and? We don't give a **** about nothin you used to do This record is not equalient to high scool musical No blaming paul or dre Blame me for everything I say Cause I got him *****
[Chorus - Trick Trick] Got big killas with big guns (who want it) Come to my hood, get some (who want it) Wanna start **** in the club boy (who want it) Touched up (who want it) ****ed up (who want it) [x2]
