Come on, click, click, talk about sick shit, fuck around,
uh, uh, knock em out, uh, uh, line em up
You suckers ain't live enough
Come on, click, click, click, click, talk about sick shit,
fuck around, uh, uh, knock em out, line em up
You suckers ain't live enough
Now when I was a youngin',
who would ever thunk that?
I'll be number one, bangin' in your trunk
Fat beats for the grungy,
People in the back, keepin' it bouncin'
Suckas ain't live yet, enough's enough,
We changed for the better
And lock, wrap, surrender,
Duck like you back in the bush
You wanna learn to battle, start crackin'
Dirty from the get -go, 6 in the pump,
Ripped through a beat like
Ry u is too ill, stop and think
I'ma stay droppin' the flame
Blazin' pop, insane shit,
Click, click, talk about sick shit
Fuck around, uh, knock em out, uh, uh
Line em up, suckas ain't live enough
Let me tell you something,
C'mon click, click, click, click,
knock him out, line him up
Let me tell you something, I
You suckers ain't live enough
Let me tell you something, I won't let you
the dope is if you noticed him
Hopefully I'm rollin' with the dough
that I'm supposed to get for flowin'
line him up till they bind up
Crack with your go -kart racer,
Snatch the faceplate and remove
Stand on the edge with a mannequin
head and a crammer with lead
And battle till we hand him his legs,
I start from 11 to 10, saying
A lonely soldier, a clone for closure
A small -time crook on a stolen poster
Brooke on this rollercoaster
but they can't even speak
The party rules of an outlaw
With no tools, can't write,
Your old dudes getting sad
for you whacking the meat
How you gonna claim something that
The regular breed, the tip scale,
you're fronting to whatever degree
the element of weapon is squeezed
Like click, click, clack, clack,
There ain't nothing better than
Come on, click, click, talk about sick shit
Fuck around, uh, uh, knock em out, uh, uh
suckers ain't live enough
Come on, click, click, click, click
Talk about sick shit, fuck around, uh, uh
You suckers ain't live enough
Yeah, instead of running I would walk instead
rocking the talking heads
And you may ask yourself,
No I don't know who said it and when
That bitch never said it again
I play rough to the death
Enough respect, let the slugs eject
Then come correct, my man
Arm to the teeth, we settle beef
Together like identical twins, ooh shit catch a bad one,
can you imagine the pain of a .44
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