Mobb Deep - Click Click
(feat. Tony Yayo)
[havoc]
We Get That Paper Baby Boy, It`s Easy
You Want To Be Who? You Can`t Be Me
Shorty Gave Me That Ass On Gp
Rollin` In A G-500, Or The Porsche, Roof Open
And I Know That You`re Hopin` That I Fall Real Soon
But I Ain`t Goin` Nowhere, Hate To Bust Your Balloon
And There Ain`t That Much Room For All Us
Limited Space, The Game Like A Tour Bus
I Won`t Break, I Just Take, Take And Take
Rape And Rape, The Game Til There`s No More Cake
Snitch Ass Niggaz Givin` Up Identities
Ain`t My FortŠ Makin` Pennies
They Soft Like Ice Cream, Sweeter Than Ben & Jerry`s
Like ??, Leavin` Nowhere To Be Found But Buried
The Gun Won`t Fail Me, The Money Won`t Leave Me
Stop Schemin` On Me Baby, It Ain`t That Easy
Niggaz Leave Prints Cause Their Palms So Greasy
Their Mind Read Easy, I See Right Through `em
The Ak`ll Do Em, Like Nobody ?? `em
Stop, It`s Best That You Keep It Movin`, You`ll Get Shot
[hook: Havoc - 2x]
We Ain`t Lickin` Niggaz, We Ain`t Bustin` Shots In The Air
No Warnin` Shots, The Fuck Out Of Here
Oh Man Homey, Hate To Do You Like This
Oh Man Homey, When The Tooley Go Click, Click, Click
[tony Yayo]
It`s The Young High-roller, The Talk Of New York
David Got My Neck Lookin` Like A Lightning Bolt
I`m In That Two-door Range Stormer
My Truck Plush, And The Wheels Are The Size Of Rims On A School Bus
I Need That Bill Gates Money, That`s Fifty-one Billion
Six Hundred Ki`s, That`s Fifty-one Million
Me And 50 In Hollywood, With Quincy Jones
Since The Feds Bought Nextel, I Trashed My Phone
Listen Homes, Everything Glisten Homes
Yeah My Gun And My Rims Both Sit On Chrome
You Move Your Weight In The Car, I Move Weight By The Carload
I Dropped In Marcy In A Murcielago
My Connect Is A Cuban Named Flaco
With My Aim, You A Human Taco
Meetin` Shells, Yo The Feds Tryin` To Peep Our Sales
My Daughter Grow Up, She In Harvard And Yale, Yeah
[hook: Havoc - 2x]
[prodigy]
You See Me Rollin`, Mack-10 Showin` Out The Window
When You Catchin` Me Shootin` Out The Coup, Then Switch Your Lane
You Don`t Want Me Creepin` Two Miles An Hour, With My Seat Low
Cause I`ll Hop Up Out The Roof With Fully-autos And Embed It In Your Brain
It`s Like Fee, Fie, Foe, Fum, I Smell The Blood Of A Jealous Ass Punk
One, Two, Three Hundred Shots
Fittin` To Ring Off Them Things Off, And Cook The Block
Old People, The Pets And The Kids
Whoever In The Way, Them Strays Gon` Hit
And We Don`t Give A Fuck About The Police Nigga
This Ain`t Manhattan, This Queens Nigga
We`re Immune To The Violence, It`s Nothin` To Me
Fuck `em - They Don`t Give A Fuck About P
If They Could Kill Me, Believe Me, They Would
That`s Why I Set It Off, And I Get `em Real Good
When Them Street, Lights, Come On Nigga
You Best, Have, Your Gun On Nigga
Cause Tonight We Ride (growl) And You Die (growl)
As Soon As I Walk Up, Or Drive-by
[hook: Havoc - 2x]
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