Royce da 5'9" - We Deep Lyrics

[Intro: Trick-Trick]
Nephew, these little faggit, pussy ass, bitch ass niggas
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 niggas, 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 niggas. - (WE DEEP!)

[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9'']
C'mon with that! (that!) - The throne's intact! (tact!)
We the reason niggas gotta buy they own shit back! (back!)
30 niggas pit black in this bitch strapped
Foul mouth niggas get a clip - full of tic-tacs (whoooooo!) (BLLLLAAATTT!)
Mr. Porter's sick track! - Trick-Trick blat!
This that - riff raff! - Tell ya' bitch lick that!
Alcoholic-ass clique - this a big frat!
Cross the line when we steppin' it's gon' be [gun cocks] click-clack! [shot]
Niggas fakin' they throwin' them hissyfits
They make us start, but they ain't makin' out like ya' boy and his kissy bitch!
Till they get taken out like ya like ya boy does his prissy bitch,
My high price lawyer still hood like a dickie 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 niggas slept butt ass naked like they was sleepin' with me
You little bad mouth faggit ass 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 niggas slept butt ass naked like they was sleepin' with me!
You little bad mouth faggit ass 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 nigga run yo' mouth! - And go out of place
Behind ya' momma, brothers, and sisters cause nobody 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'a get the best of you
And run a gas truck through the center in ya' postion! [car tires squeal] - Nigga! [car crash]

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
[Royce Da 5'9'':]
Show me some respect! (UHH!)- Or get ya' shit checked! (UHHH!)
You act dry, then prolly gon get ya' shit 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 niggas rollin' deep in the truck
Got the world sayin' detroit niggas skeetchy as f*ck!
Take a niggas shit 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' shit, like ya' boy 40Glocc!
[Trick-Trick:]
You niggas worry bout me you better worry bout sweets,
Goon Squad, M-I-C - controllin' the streets
F*ck with niggas that take bread for heads! - Coke cain slangers!
F*ck you little sissy ass myspace gang bangers! [Hooooeeeeeeeeee]

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

[Outro: Royce Da 5'9'']
G'eaaaah!
Goon Squad, crip ass!
Mothaf*ckin' M-I-C gang-ass, street lord mafia-ass niggas!
Y'all niggas come here, you better call somebody!
Trick!
Me!
Wan!
Call one of the bossesss!