We Deep (feat. Trick Trick)

Chorus:

All you gotta do is say my name

I'll make the gun sang

Like oooOOOooh through the war

I'll have you niggas bleeding

Laying down lookin (???)

Close you mouth before yo mouth

Get you into something with them Detroit niggas

We Deep

Verse 1 (Royce da 5'9):

Come on with that, The throne's in tact

We the reason niggas gotta buy they own shit back

30 niggas spit black in this bitch trap

Foul mouth niggas get a clip full of tic-tacs

Mister Porter sick track, Trick Trick back

This that riff-raff tell ya bitch lick that

Alcoholic ass click this a big frat

Cross the line when we steppin' there's gonna be click clack

Niggas fakin they throwin them hissy fits

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

Til they get taken out like you boy do his prissy bitch

My high price lawyers still hood like a dickie fit

My words like a 44 on page

Hold on, you gonna collapse like Jojo on stage

If you ever fuck around me I'll lift you

It's however you want it long as I ain't gotta ride witchou

Chorus x 1

Verse 2 (Trick Trick):

The god father and the king of the D

Leave these niggas slept butt ass naked like they was sleepin' with me

You little bad mouth faggot as lil' boys

I was bustin' 762s when y'all was playin with toys

Transformers or GI Joes

Motherfucker you like playin' games well see I don't

I like, givin' the orders for distributin' the satchel

Denyin' the allegations that I was the one that gotchou

Kill em' all and let the lord sort 'em out

Duct tape covered the lines and board up the house

Go on nigga run yo mouth go outta place

But hide your 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 outta they shoes

So listen to a professional, we'll get the best of you

And run a gas truck through the center of your position, nigga

Chorus x 1

Verse 3 (Both):

(Royce) Show me some respect or get your shit checked

You act dry then you probably gonna get your shit wet

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

This spit tek gonna split up your team like dip set

(Trick) Okay, see these niggas rollin' deep in the truck

Got the world sayin' Detroit niggas skeetchy as fuck

Takin' niggas shit for nothin' but if you say somethin

40 automatic double clips are we dumpin'

(Royce)Boy we hot, look at the dough we got

Broke no we not, he spoke and you know he shot

Sluggin' with 40 shot, the booth is my porty pot

My crew startin' shit like your boy 40 (???)

(Trick)You niggas worried 'bout me you better worry 'bout sweets

Doom Squad, M.I.C. controllin' the streets

Fuck with niggas that take bread for heads

Cocain slangas, fuck you little sissy ass MySpace gang-bangers

Chorus x 1