Click Click (feat. Tony Yayo)

We get that paper baby boy it's easy

You wanna be who? You can't be me

Shorty gave me that ass on GP

I'm rollin' in the G500 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 it 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 **** givin' up identities

Ain't my fault they makin' pennies

They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's

Like Hoffa, leave 'em nowhere to be found but buried

The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me

Stop schemin' on me baby cause it ain't that easy

**** leave prints cause they palms so greasy

They mind read easy, I see right through 'em

The AK'll do 'em like nobody do 'em don't stop

It's best that you keep it movin' you get shot

We ain't leggin' ****, we ain't bustin' shots in the air

No warning shot, fuck outta here

Aw man homie, hate to do ya like this

Aw man homie, when the toolie go click click click

We ain't leggin' ****, we ain't bustin' shots in the air

No warning shot, fuck outta here

Aw man homie, hate to do ya like this

Aw man homie, when the toolie go click click click

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 rain 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 keys that's, fifty-one million

Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones

Since the feds bought Nextel I trash 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 cargo

I drive the Marcy in the Murciélago

My connect, is a Cuban named Flaco

With my aim, you a human taco

Meat and shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales

My daughter grow up she in Harvard and Yale, yeah!

We ain't leggin' ****, we ain't bustin' shots in the air

No warning shot, fuck outta here

Aw man homie, hate to do ya like this

Aw man homie, when the toolie go click click click

We ain't leggin' ****, we ain't bustin' shots in the air

No warning shot, fuck outta here

Aw man homie, hate to do ya like this

Aw man homie, when the toolie go click click click

You see me rollin' Mac-10 showin' out the window

Or you catch me shootin' out the coupe then switchin' lanes

You don't want me creepin' two miles a hour with my seat low

Cause I'll hop up out the sunroof with fully autos

And embed it in your brain, yeah

It's like fee, fi, fo, fum

I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk

One, two, three hundred shots

Fin' to ring off them things off and cook the block

Old people, your pets and the kids

Whoever in the way them strays gon' hit

And we don't give a fuck about the police ****

This ain't Manhattan, this Queens ****

We 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 ****

You best, have, your gun on ****

Cause tonight we ride, and you die

Soon as I walk up or drive by

We ain't leggin' ****, we ain't bustin' shots in the air

No warning shot, fuck outta here

Aw man homie, hate to do ya like this

Aw man homie, when the toolie go click click click

We ain't leggin' ****, we ain't bustin' shots in the air

No warning shot, fuck outta here

Aw man homie, hate to do ya like this

Aw man homie, when the toolie go click click click