Click Clack

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! 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 p***y 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! 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! 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!! 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 --- Click Clack - Slim Thug and Pusha