Royce Da 5'9" - We Deep lyrics

[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