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Lyric Click Clack


(feat. Pusha T)

[Chorus]
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that s the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain t trying to hear nothing!
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain t trying to hear nothing!

[Slim Thug]
When snitch niggaz give police clues to watch
Well I m a give them faggot niggaz news to watch
My trigger blow niggaz out they shoes and socks
I guarantee I won t miss you if I use the dot
I m Slim Thugga motherfucker! best respect my G!
Or they gon say they name after R.I.P
How dare you pussy niggaz tissue slugs bout me
Cause then I m a get to show ya how thug I be!
And I don t give a FUCK what set you claim
They got rich niggaz that blow out brains
Just cause you from the projects don t mean you hard
Most of them hoods y all repping ain t seen you broads!

[Chorus]
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that s the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain t trying to hear nothing!
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain t trying to hear nothing now!
Don t make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya! ya hear me?!
Don t make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya!

[Pusha T]
Big home, big car, big jewelry
Whispers in the street, all the talk of robbery
Ain t no Quad Studio, Tupac and P
For every watch there s a glock, come shop with me
Hood DVDs the closest you get to TV
BE or MT, the whole world done see me
VH1 Behind the Scenes, there s bout to be a three-peat
So keep on rewinding your part and others try and defeat me
Strap like the movie, better yet the sequel
Strap Before Rap, we ll call that the prequel
I told ya wit the pen, there shall be none equal
But since he ain t write it, that makes him more lethal! UUSSSHH!!

[Chorus]

[Slim Thug]
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that s the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers! - I ain t trying to hear nothing!
If you smart you gon hit the ground running and ducking
A lot of rap niggaz be trying to play hard
Knowing damn well that they lying and they fraud
They talk that hard shit when somebody press record
When there s beef in the streets they run to their body guard
I m still a hood nigga, you can catch me on the block
And when I m the club you can catch me wit the glock
I know them jackas plotting trying to catch me wit a knot
But we gon see if them laws can come catch me when he s shot

[Chorus]
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