Who Got It
Trick Trick Lyrics

Yeah, we back, baby
We are returning with a vengeance

I told y'all we was comin' back
We warned you about our return

Detroit (Detroit)
We represent Detroit

What (what), bitch
What do you want, bitch?

It's Trick Trick
I'm Trick Trick

And motherfuckin' Slim Shady
And Eminem is with me

I got your back, dog
I've got your back, my friend

Get your motherfuckin' hands up
Put your hands up

We've been accused of everything from chest wets to death threats
We've been accused of everything from minor injuries to serious threats to people's lives

The best yet and niggas gettin' they neck checked
We are the best yet and people are getting checked for disrespecting us

Best check to protect, Detroit ain't only known
Make sure to check yourself to stay safe. Detroit is known for more than just threats

For the best threats, so bet, we got decks
We have the best threats, so be sure we have weapons

And hex, collect debt and rest the goon squad
We curse, collect debts and rest our goon squad

We wreck your whole set, we rep the mid-west
We destroy your entire group, we represent the mid-west

You rappin' niggas get wrong, speak on us on your songs
If you diss us in your music, you're in the wrong

We sendin' them home, stones thrown and broken bones
We send them home with stones thrown and broken bones

Better leave us the fuck alone, keep it runnin' through niggas
It's better to leave us alone, let's keep things moving

Can't even stomach what the D got comin'
You can't handle what Detroit's going to do

And we ain't into that frontin', and poppin' off at the chops, boy
We're not into fake behavior or talking recklessly, boy

We poppin' off shots and guaranteein' a spot at the top
We're shooting and securing a spot at the top

First place for niggas gettin' got
The first place prize is for those who get taken out

You think you fuckin' with Trick and Eminem, but no, you not, motherfucker
You think you can take on Trick and Eminem, but you're wrong, motherfucker

So next time you see us, be sure that you make a hole
Next time you see us, move out of our way

And when they mention the D, get down on all fours
When people mention Detroit, be humble

Got big killers with big guns (who want it?)
We have armed killers, who wants to test us?

Come to my hood, get some (who want it?)
Come to our neighborhood and see what happens

Wanna start shit in the club, boy (who want it?)
Do you want to start a fight in the club?

Touched up (who want it?) Fucked up (who want it?)
Do you want to get roughed up or messed up?

Ooh, wow, look at the bitches up in this club
Wow, look at the women in this club

Man I'm gettin' me some digits 'fore I leave up out this mug
I'm going to get some numbers from these women before I leave

And it's like boom pow, wham, bam, thank you ma'am
It's like explosive action, thank you for your time

I ain't kissin' you on the lips, but I'll be glad to shake your hand
I'm not going to kiss you, but I'll shake your hand

Now let's get blew out, let's start some shit tonight
Let's get drunk and cause trouble tonight

Just let me pick the chick that I'ma leave here with tonight 'fore we get to fightin'
Let me choose the woman I'll leave with before we start fighting

And threw out, this music makes me rowdy
This music makes me excited

How they gonna play that new Trick Trick and expect no one to get their shit split?
How can they play our music and not expect anyone to get hurt?

It's just too wild, and one more shot of Hpnotiq
It's too wild, and I'm going to take one more shot of Hpnotiq

And I am not in control of my body, I go robotic
I am not in control of my body, I move like a robot

And blow a fuse out, homies is like, "You're startin' to stagger"
And I overdo it, my friends say "You're starting to stumble"

And I'm like, "Nah, that's just my swagger" and I'm dancin' with this fat girl
I say "No, that's just my coolness" and I'm dancing with a plus-sized woman

And gettin' loose now, I don't wanna fight, I feel like partyin'
I'm getting comfortable and don't want to fight, I want to party

'Til this idiot dumps his Bacardi on my cardigan
Until this fool spills his drink on my sweater

And knocks my screws out, it never fails, I know I'm goin' to jail
And disrupts my composure, it's always the same, I know I'm going to jail

I might as well take the laces out my shoes now
I might as well prepare for jail

I hear them screamin', "Goddammit, there go that Eminem and 'em"
I hear people shouting "There goes Eminem and his crew"

It ain't no hittin' him, they think that we just clanked up, but he been with them
They can't touch him, they think we're just noise, but he's with us

It's Trick and them goon squad gangsters, you can't get to him
It's Trick and his gang, you can't reach him

We down for the bang and the brawl but now we killin' 'em
We're ready for the fight, but now we're killing them

See, ever since we started you might've had to pardon
Since we started, you might have had to excuse us

Our heart is from the largest city, they sayin' that we retarded
Our heart comes from the biggest city, people say we're crazy

In charge, we brought us on, so stop, some of their artists got dropped
We brought ourselves to this level, so stop talking. Some of their artists got dropped

You think I'm playin'? Then bring it, come on, let's see what you got
You think I'm joking? Then face me, let's see what you've got

We make the club go bang, you got that light noise
We make the club lively, you have weak beats

See, ain't nobody fuckin' with this nigga and this white boy
Nobody can mess with me and Eminem

Done been through the realest and the pros, treated their best like hoes
We've been in the toughest situations and treated their best like trash

We put the thugs on and make 'em beat up out of they clothes
We put the tough guys on and make them get naked through their fights

We don't give a fuck about nothin' you used to do
We don't care about what you used to do

Your record is equivalent to High School Musical
Your music is as weak as High School Musical

No blamin' Jimmy Lovine, Paul or Dre
Don't blame Jimmy Iovine, Paul Rosenberg or Dr. Dre

Blame me for everything I say, 'cause I got him nigga
Blame me for what I say, I control him

No-damn-body (hell no)
No one can match us (hell no)

Fuckin' around, cut one of you niggas' heads off
Playing around will get one of you killed