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we deep - royce da 5'9'' lyrics

[intro: trick-trick]
nephew, these little f-ggit, p-ssy -ss, b-tch -ss n-gg-s
think they wanna do something 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 sang: (sang!)
like: “aooooooooh! ”
you don’t want it!
i have you n-gg-s, bleeding laying down hurtin’ on the corner,
like: “ahhhhhhhhh-oooooooahhhhhoooo! ”

[bridge: royce da 5’9” & (trick-trick)]
close your mouth!
before your mouth!
get you into something
with them detroit n-gg-s. – (we deep!)

[verse 1: royce da 5’9”]
c’mon with that! (that!) – the throne’s intact! (tact!)
we the reason n-gg-s gotta buy they own sh-t back! (back!)
30 n-gg-s pit black in this b-tch strapped
foul mouth n-gg-s get a clip – full of tic-tacs (whoooooo!) (bllllaaattt!)
mr. porter’s sick track! – trick-trick blat!
this that – riff raff! – tell ya’ b-tch lick that!
alcoholic–ss clique – this a big frat!
cross the line when we steppin’ it’s gon’ be [gun c-cks] click-clack! [shot]
n-gg-s fakin’ they throwin’ them hissyfits
they make us start, but they ain’t makin’ out like ya’ boy and his kissy b-tch!
till they get taken out like ya like ya boy does his prissy b-tch,
my high price lawyer still hood like a d-ckie fit!
my words like a four forum page
hold on! – you gon’ collapse like jojo on stage!
if you – ever f-ck around with me i’ll lift you!
it’s however you want it, long as i ain’t gotta ride with you (waaaaaoooooo!)

[chorus]

[bridge]

[verse 2: trick-trick]
the godfather an’ the king of the d
leaving these n-gg-s slept b-tt -ss naked like they was sleepin’ with me
you little bad mouth f-ggit -ss lil’ boys,
i was bustin’ 7’6’2’s – when you was playin’ with toys! [rewind]
the godfather an’ the king of the d
leaving these n-gg-s slept b-tt -ss naked like they was sleepin’ with me!
you little bad mouth f-ggit -ss lil’ boys!
i was bustin’ 7’6’2’s – when you was playin’ with toys!
(“transformers! “) (hahahahahahahhhhhh!) g.i.joe!
motherf-cka you like playin’ games, but see i don’t!
i like – giving the order, for distrubtin’ the satchel,
denying alligations, that i was the one that got you;
f-ck ’em! – kill ’em all, and let the lord sort em’ out,
duct tape, covered with lines, and board up the house!
gon n-gg- run yo’ mouth! – and go out of place
behind ya’ momma, brothers, and sisters cause n-body safe!
i paid mine a long time ago – you ain’t seen dues
i got a family that’ll knock these b-tches outta they shoes!
so listen to a professional! – we’a get the best of you
and run a gas truck through the center in ya’ postion! [car tires squeal] – n-gg-! [car crash]

[chorus]

[verse 3:]
[royce da 5’9”:]
show me some respect! (uhh!)- or get ya’ sh-t checked! (uhhh!)
you act dry, then prolly gon get ya’ sh-t wet. (hahahahah!)
i ain’t tryna be big; give me a big check! (check!)
could spit tecs split up ya’ team like dipset!
[trick-trick:]
ya’ see these n-gg-s rollin’ deep in the truck
got the world sayin’ detroit n-gg-s skeetchy as f-ck!
take a n-gg-s sh-t for nothin’ – but if you say somethin’
fully automatic double clips we dumpin’! [automatic gunshots] (dumpin’!)
[royce da 5’9”:]
boy we hot! (hot!) – look at the dough we got! (got!)
broke, no we not; you spoked and you know we shot. (shot!)
slug him with 40 shots, the proof is my porty pot;
my crew startin’ sh-t, like ya’ boy 40glocc!
[trick-trick:]
you n-gg-s worry bout me you better worry bout sweets,
goon squad, m-i-c – controllin’ the streets
f-ck with n-gg-s that take bread for heads! – coke cain slangers!
f-ck you little sissy -ss mysp-ce gang bangers! [hooooeeeeeeeeee]

[chorus]

[bridge]

[outro: royce da 5’9”]
g’eaaaah!
goon squad, crip -ss!
mothaf-ckin’ m-i-c gang–ss, street lord mafia–ss n-gg-s!
y’all n-gg-s come here, you better call somebody!
trick!
me!
wan!
call one of the bossesss!

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