2Getha 4 Eva - Trick Trick

This one is dedicated to the number 1 rap group ever
Run D MC and Jam Master Jay
1-3-1-3 And I Say
Party people your dreams have now been fulfilled
Detroit is in this motherf**king building
Big Proof Esham Trick Trick Kid Rock
Le's go Let's go
Together get cheddar get cheddar forever
Retire from this game I'ma have to say never
We baking it's caking your life'll get taking
Don't be a eyewitness if I'm not mistaken
You snitching just listen
Niggaz cooking in the kitchen
A murder was committed
I was fitting the description
A Detroit ni**a scandelous
I'm an assassing
Trick Trick ain't gotta hit em
I already blast 'em
My name is P P I'm from the D D
The area code code is 3-1- 3-3
I run with trick trick
I kid with rock rock
I love Detroit troit and every block block
I'm down by laws screaming f**k the law law
D12 in the house house
We the best you saw saw
With a Sqwad of Goons Goons
Out drinkin boons boons
The real street riders still repping click-boom
Ohhhh I'm the crook that rocks
With thugs and cops
The blacks the whites the whys and nots
The young the old the bold and the wicked
Now who here got his Kid Rock tickets
I can't fix what isn't broke
So mix me up another Jim Beam and Coke
Pass the J chop one out
Cause that's what a muh'f**ker's all about
Detroit riders ride We getting bread we live
Blowin pounds of fire
You can't fade us why
We players now These haters die
We got them killers in spots
Dwelling and K'd up
I keep my riders close by when most lie
Fake niggaz waiting debating
But see they don't try
Fo five busting that chopper hot as a pope lying
Clean from the scene investigated with no ties
Hoooooo Hoooooo Hoooooo Hoooooo
Hoooooo Hoooooo Hoooooo Hoooooo
Hoooooo
Esham the rap god Trick Trick and Goon Sqwad
Get any ni**a in the industry balloon popped
We waited too long
These b**ches won't play our songs
But when the DJ's get they brains blown
They screaming Y'all wrong
It's a cold world so the slugs is like Freon
D**e boy in the hood hat with the D on
And still I kill at will until
The body count pile up
And f**k the industry until they bring 7 Mile up
Pile up the suckers I kill after I'm drilling em
My pockets stay real deep cash keep filling em
Triple 7-93-11 that's for Em and them
Any competition that's hot to hell we sending them
I'm known to get busy and my name is proof
They tried to lock up trick and didn't have no proof
Hook up the mic and a beat I'll flow something
The godfather capo was me I'm cold crushing
Rahhh
Catch my drift Here's my point
I'm laid and paid and made in detroit
The old mount clemens basement bandit
The only real mack left on the planet
You sell CD's at 2 bucks a pop
I make 300 G's every time the bus stops
The Kid Proof Esham and Trick
And if you don't dig that you can suck my dick
Rahhh