[Intro] Yeah, yeah (haha) haha Yeah, uh (uh-huh-uh) Uh (uh-huh-uh) Uh (uh-huh-uh) uh [Verse 1] Niggaz ain't gon' be happy till I click on a rage Pick
's from Aster you won't see hit the store for 6 months Something bout the Beamer X5 When I come through it be increasing a skeo's sex drive Half the click
got you stuck off the realness The name's Fabolous, you heard I be In them trucks wit the wheels glissed In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris' 'click, click
(feat. Billy Cook) [Intro:] Screwed up click for life Z-Ro tha crooked aka tha king of the ghetto but ya'll can call me rotha vandross this year yo ya
Hold up Z-Ro the crooked aka king of the ghetto Screwed Up Click soldier for life Know what I'm talking about Mo-City stand up in this motherfucker Know
run up no more Cause we will slide yo bitch ass across the flo, flo, flo [Z-Ro:] Now every time I ride, I got a pistol on my side Screwed Up Click until
pack Y'all niggaz'll never be Guerillas or the Screwed Up Click So when you see me holla at me lace ya shoes up bitch It's Screwed Up Click 4 Life [
don, Z-RO the crooked (That's Right) That's my mothafuckin name nigga (that's right, that's right) And I'm representing (WHAT) Assholes By Nature (Nature) Screwed Up Click
Shirt off at the Kappa, (trousers on) Dirty Third, Dirty Third [Z-Ro] 24/7 and around the clock, I'ma keep My fingas around the glock, when I bust I
lines twice 4th occurance: repeat first five lines twice 5th occurance: second to fifth line, first to fifth line 6th occurance: emphasis on second line, whole chorus 7
[Esoteric talking] You motherfuckers This is some murderous shit right here It's the E-S, 7L on the track Potent somethin' through ya bean hat Don't try
cell Bumpin' this hell toward the rail like a sorcerer's spell 7L holds cream like a tortoise's shell ya organs will swell, click and then you turn into
[Esoteric] Yo Friday night, feelin right, fuckin with this bad chick Gats click, now I'm hit, shit, watch the blood spit I fall face down, background
Shittin Me, We Stand On Corners And Cus, We Hell To Much, We Killa Wit Guts Automatic No Clutch, Proper Boy Thats Me Click, I Dont Care Who You Wit D
-five past six Eazy-muthafuckin-E with tha hard ass dick Nigga plottin', ahhhh Nigga schemin'so don't wake me bitch cuz i'm dreamin 1-8-7s on bitches
FUCK YOU ROCK ICE IN MANHATTAN SO THERE'S THE RING FINGER YOU KNOW I HAD TO KEEP BROOKLYN ON THE TRIGGER FINGER [Verse 7: DMX (Busta Rhymes)] Swiss is
posed to Good dope in the drop like soul food Big Body, big rims on the old school Stay fly like a hood nigga 'posed too Lights off click clack in the
to the head, nigga. Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop Yeah, and you don't stop, cause it's 1-8-7 on a motherfuckin cop
