[Intro: Trick Trick]
Nephew, these lil' f*ggot p**y-a** b**h-a** n***as
Think they wanna do somethin with us~?
What they wanna do with the D?
[Hook: Royce Da 5'9"]
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 n***as bleedin
Layin down hurtin on the corner like (owwww)
Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)
Gets you into somethin with them Detroit n***as
WE DEEP!
[Royce Da 5'9"]
C'mon with that, the throne's intact
We the reason n***as gotta buy they own sh** back
Thirty n***as spit black in this b**h strapped
Foul-mouth n***as get a clip, full of tic-tacs (woooo!)
Mr. Porter's sick track, Trick Trick back
This that, riff-raff, tell your b**h lick that
Alcoholic a** clique, this a big frat
Cross the line when we steppin it's gon' be click-clack {*blam*}
n***as fakin, they throwin them hissy fits
They make us start but they ain't makin out like ya boy and his kissy b**h
'Til they get taken out like your boy do his prissy b**h
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 f** around with me I'll lift you
It's however you want it long as I ain't gotta ride wit'chu!
[Hook]
[Trick Trick]
Okay, Trick...
The godfather and the king of the D
Leavin these n***as slept bu*t-a** naked like they was sleepin with me
You lil' bad mouth f*ggot-a** lil' boys
I was bustin seven-six-two's, when you was playin with toys
{"Transformers!"} Hahaha - G.I. Joe
Motherf**er 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
fu*k 'EM! k** 'em all and let the Lord sort 'em out
Duct tape, covered with lines and board up the house
Go on n***a 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 b**hes 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, n***a!
[Hook]
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Show me some respect, or get your sh** checked
You act dry then you probably gon' get your sh** wet
I ain't tryin to be Big, give me a big check
Then spit tecs, split up the team like DipSet
[Trick Trick]
Okay, see these n***as rollin deep in a truck
Got the world sayin Detroit n***as skeetchy as f**!
Takin n***as sh** for nothin, but if you say somethin
Fully automatic double clips I'll be dumpin
[Royce Da 5'9"]
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 sh** like your boy 40 Glocc
[Trick Trick]
You n***as worry about me you better worry about sweets
Goon Squad, M.I.C., controllin the streets
f** with n***as that take bread for heads, c**aine slangers
f** you lil' sissy-a** MySpace g**ners (hohh!)
[Hook]
[Outro: Royce]
Geah, Goon Squad Crip a**
Motherf**in M.I.C. gang a**
Street Lord Mafia a** n***as
Y'all n***as come here you better call somebody
Trick, me, Juan
Call one of the bosses