We Deep

[Intro: Trick Trick]

Nephew, these lil' faggot pussy-ass bitch-ass niggas

Think they wanna do somethin with us?

What they wanna do with the D?

[Chorus: 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 niggas bleedin

Layin' down hurtin' on the corner like (owwww)

Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)

Gets you into somethin' with them Detroit niggas

We deep!

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]

C'mon with that, the throne's intact

We the reason niggas gotta buy they own shit back

Thirty niggas spit black in this bitch strapped

Foul-mouth niggas get a clip, full of tic-tacs (woooo!)

Mr. Porter's sick track, Trick Trick back

This that, riff-raff, tell your bitch lick that

Alcoholic ass clique, this a big frat

Cross the line when we steppin it's gon' be click-clack

Niggas fakin, they throwin them hissy fits

They make us start but they ain't makin out like ya boy and his kissy bitch

'Til they get taken out like your boy do his prissy bitch

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 fuck around with me I'll lift you

It's however you want it long as I ain't gotta ride wit'chu!

[Chorus: 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 niggas bleedin

Layin down hurtin on the corner like (owwww)

Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)

Gets you into somethin with them Detroit niggas

We deep!

[Verse 2: Trick Trick]

Okay, Trick

The godfather and the king of the D

Leavin these niggas slept butt-ass naked like they was sleepin with me

You lil' bad mouth faggot-ass lil' boys

I was bustin seven-six-two's, when you was playin with toys

{"Transformers!"} Hahaha, G.I. Joe

Motherfucker 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

Fuck em'! Kill 'em all and let the Lord sort 'em out

Duct tape, covered with lines and board up the house

Go on nigga 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 bitches 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, nigga!

[Chorus: 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 niggas bleedin

Layin down hurtin on the corner like (owwww)

Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)

Gets you into somethin with them Detroit niggas

We deep!

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]

Show me some respect, or get your shit checked

You act dry then you probably gon' get your shit wet

I ain't tryin to be Big, give me a big check

Then spit tecs, split up the team like DipSet

[Verse 4: Trick Trick]

Okay, see these niggas rollin deep in a truck

Got the world sayin Detroit niggas skeetchy as fuck!

Takin niggas shit for nothin, but if you say somethin

Fully automatic double clips I'll be dumpin

[Verse 5: 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 shit like your boy 40 Glocc

[Verse 6: Trick Trick]

You niggas worry about me you better worry about sweets

Goon Squad, M.I.C., controllin the streets

Fuck with niggas that take bread for heads, cocaine slangers

Fuck you lil' sissy-ass MySpace gangbangers (hohh!)

[Chorus: 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 niggas bleedin

Layin down hurtin on the corner like (owwww)

Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)

Gets you into somethin with them Detroit niggas

We deep!

[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]

Geah, Goon Squad Crip ass

Motherfuckin M.I.C. gang ass

Street Lord Mafia ass niggas

Y'all niggas come here you better call somebody

Trick, me, Juan

Call one of the bosses