We Deep lyrics

[Intro: Trick Trick]
Nephew, these lil' faggot pus*y-ass b*tch-ass n*ggas
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 n*ggas bleedin
Layin' down hurtin' on the corner like (owwww)
Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)
Gets you into somethin' with them Detroit n*ggas
We deep!

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"]
C'mon with that, the throne's intact
We the reason n*ggas gotta buy they own sh*t back
Thirty n*ggas spit black in this b*tch strapped
Foul-mouth n*ggas get a clip, full of tic-tacs (woooo!)
Mr. Porter's sick track, Trick Trick back
This that, riff-raff, tell your b*tch lick that
Alcoholic ass clique, this a big frat
Cross the line when we steppin it's gon' be click-clack
n*ggas fakin, they throwin them hissy fits
They make us start but they ain't makin out like ya boy and his kissy b*tch
'Til they get taken out like your boy do his prissy b*tch
My high price laywer's still hood like a di*kie fit
My words like a fo'-fo' on 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 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 n*ggas bleedin
Layin down hurtin on the corner like (owwww)
Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)
Gets you into somethin with them Detroit n*ggas
We deep!

[Verse 2: Trick Trick]
Okay, Trick
The godfather and the king of the D
Leavin these n*ggas 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
Motherf*cker 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
f*ck em'! Kill 'em all and let the Lord sort 'em out
Duct tape, covered with lines and board up the house
Go on n*gga 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*tches 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*gga!
[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 n*ggas bleedin
Layin down hurtin on the corner like (owwww)
Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)
Gets you into somethin with them Detroit n*ggas
We deep!

[Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"]
Show me some respect, or get your sh*t checked
You act dry then you probably gon' get your sh*t 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 n*ggas rollin deep in a truck
Got the world sayin Detroit n*ggas skeetchy as f*ck!
Takin n*ggas sh*t 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 sh*t like your boy 40 Glocc
[Verse 6: Trick Trick]
You n*ggas worry about me you better worry about sweets
Goon Squad, M.I.C., controllin the streets
f*ck with n*ggas that take bread for heads, cocaine slangers
f*ck 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 n*ggas bleedin
Layin down hurtin on the corner like (owwww)
Close yo' mouth, before yo' mouth (ooooooooh)
Gets you into somethin with them Detroit n*ggas
We deep!

[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Geah, Goon Squad Crip ass
Motherf*ckin M.I.C. gang ass
Street Lord Mafia ass n*ggas
Y'all n*ggas come here you better call somebody
Trick, me, Juan
Call one of the bosses