Click Clack - Slim Thug, Pusha T

I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting

So when lift this shirt that’s the end of discussion

Click clack motherfuckers!

— I ain’t trying to hear nothing!

Click clack motherfuckers!

— I ain’t trying to hear nothing!

When snitch niggas give police clues to watch

Well I’m a give them faggot niggas news to watch

My trigger blow niggas out they shoes and socks

I guarantee I won’t miss you if I use the dot

I’m Slim Thugga motherfucker!

best respect my G!

Or they gon say they name after R.I.P

How dare you pussy niggas' tissue slugs bout me

Cause then I’m a get to show ya how thug I be!

And I don’t give a FUCK what set you claim

They got rich niggas that blow out brains

Just cause you from the projects don’t mean you hard

Most of them hoods y’all repping ain’t seen you broads!

I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting

So when lift this shirt that’s the end of discussion

Click clack motherfuckers!

— I ain’t trying to hear nothing!

Click clack motherfuckers!

— I ain’t trying to hear nothing now!

Don’t make me pull it on ya!

on ya!

on ya!

ya hear me?!

Don’t make me pull it on ya!

on ya!

on ya!

Big home, big car, big jewelry

Whispers in the street, all the talk of robbery

Ain’t no Quad Studio, 2Pac and P

For every watch there’s a Glock, come shop with me

Hood DVDs the closest you get to TV

BE or MT, the whole world done see me

VH1 Behind the Scenes, there’s bout to be a three-peat

So keep on rewinding your part and others try and defeat me

Strap like the movie, better yet the sequel

Strap Before Rap, we’ll call that the prequel

I told ya wit the pen, there shall be none equal

But since he ain’t write it, that makes him more lethal!

UUSSSHH!

I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting

So when lift this shirt that’s the end of discussion

Click clack motherfuckers!

— I ain’t trying to hear nothing!

If you smart you gon hit the ground running and ducking

A lot of rap niggas be trying to play hard

Knowing damn well that they lying and they fraud

They talk that hard shit when somebody press record

When there’s beef in the streets they run to their body guard

I’m still a hood nigga, you can catch me on the block

And when I’m the club you can catch me wit the Glock

I know them jackas plotting trying to catch me wit a knot

But we gon see if them laws can come catch me when he’s shot