Who Want It

yeah

we back baby

(yea lets go)

i told yall i was commin back

(we done time)

detroit

what???

its trick trick

(yeah)

and motherfuckin slim shady (hahahahahaaa)

(what)

gettin back yoa!

get your moterfuckin hands up

we been the killas with everything

from chest wets

to death treaths

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 hecks

collect debt

and rest the goon sqad

we reck your whole set

we rep the midwest

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

cant 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 niggas gettin guys who think you fuckin with trick and eminem

no you not mother fucker

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 im 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 ill be glad to shake your hand

Now lets get blew out, lets start some shit tonight

Just let me pick the chick that I'ma 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 shit 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 micheal jackson

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

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

i hear them screamin

god damn it

there goes the emineminem

there aint no hidden hymn

that think that we just cranked up

but he been w them

its trick and them

goon sqad gangstas

you cant 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

nude and 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

street?? just like hoes

we put the thugs on

and make him beat it out of them clothes

we dont give a fk about nothin you used to do

your record is equalient to high scool musical

no blaming jimmy lovine paul or dre

blame me for everything i say

cause i got him nigga

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

no damn body (hell no)

fuckin around cuttin these niggas heads of