| Click Clack
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| Rock-a-bye Baby
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| Click Clack
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| Oh you’se dead mothafucka
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| Just look into my eyes, you see there’s no bullshit
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| And I’m a professional, drama bring a .9 slinger
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| Just look at my face; |
| do I look like I’m playing with you?
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| Listen to my verse; |
| Do it sound like I’m a scared fool? |
| NO!
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| I don’t give a fuck when I rap
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| You see me in the street it’s the same way I act
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| It’s not movie dawg, it’s a reality show
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| So that’ll be real good when that cali-coat blow
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| Welcome to the life of V.I.P
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| On DVD 'cause shit too violent for MTV
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| There’s niggas being killed; |
| bitches being fucked
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| There’s drugs being sold; |
| our money getting up
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| If you look into my mind; |
| all you see is hate dunn
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| The blood’s everywhere, but most of 'em is fake one’s
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| I load up the .9, trying to get payload
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| I take everything from you shoes to your Kangol
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| You gotta give it up or get your arm chopped off
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| Niggas know my name — Big Twinz pop off
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| The fiends know wassup, I’m the one to cop off
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| I’m not soft, Infamous fire like hot-sauce
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| Get a load of real shit, the hemi go bang
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| The swami go rang, in the shoot & range
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| So I could perfect my aim
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| Stick you like a dope needle how a nigga aim
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| Sharp-shooter, top shotta, top fire rapper
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| Voted most likely to knock back up…
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| I pick the ratch up and cap you up
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| Night or day it don’t matter
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| The skateboarder, surfboarder, snowboarder
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| Understand P you see 'cause he’s sorta…
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| The best stuff on Earth
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| And if you come up with your bitch to put the cuff on first
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| 'Cause I’m a animal pimp, I get up on a female
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| And tell her things she likes, she give me that tail
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| And I call heads, but I was all wrong dawg, a sex is the best
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| Click Clack
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| Rock-a-bye Baby
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| Click Clack
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| «And the man walked in the valley of the shadow of death
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| For years and he feared no evil» |