We Deep Royce Da 5'9" (Ft. Trick Trick)

[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!