Mobb deep - Click click ft. tony yayo
Overige artiesten: Tony yayo

Havoc Verse-
Yeah...
Uh...
Yeah...
Yeah...
We get that paper baby boy its easy
you wanna be who, you can't be me
shorty give me that ass on GP
rollin' in the G5-100 or the porsche roof open
and i know that you 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 till there no more cake
snitch ass niggaz givin' up identities
ain't my fault they makin' pennies
they soft like ice cream, sweeter than ben and jerries
like Káffer leave 'um nowhere to be found butt buried
the gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me
stop schemin' on me baby cuz it ain't that easy
niggaz leave prints cuz they palm so greasy
they mind read easy, i see right through 'um
the AK'll do 'um like nobody can do 'um
don't stop, it's best that you keep it movin'
you get shot..

Havoc [Tony Yayo] Chorus-
we ain't leggin' niggaz we ain' bussin' shots in the air
no warnin' shots fuck outta here..
ah man homie, hate to do you like this
ah man homie, when they tote they go click click click
we ain't leggin' niggaz we ain' bussin' shots in the air [Yeah nigga]
no warnin' shots fuck outta here.. [Hollywood Hav, Las Vegas P nigga]
ah man homie, hate to do you like this [Let's race them Ferrari's]
ah man homie, when they tote they go click click click

Tony Yayo Verse-
It's the young high roller, the Talk Of New York
David got my neck lookin' like a lightnin' bolt
i'm in that two-door range stormer, my truck blush
and the wheels of the size of rims on the school bus
i need that Bill Gates money thats 51 billion
600 keys, thats 51 million
me and Fifty in Hollywood with Quincy Jones
since the Feds forge nextails i trashed my phone
listen homes, everythin' glisten' homes
yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
you move your weight in the car i move weight by the cargooo
i drive the Marci in the Murcielagooo
my connect is a Cuban named Flargooo
with my aim, you a human tacooo
meetin' shells, yo the feds tryna peep my cells
my daughter grow up she in Harvard and Yale
Yeah..

Havoc Chorus-
we ain't leggin' niggaz we ain' bussin' shots in the air
no warnin' shots fuck outta here..
ah man homie, hate to do you like this
ah man homie, when they tote they go click click click
we ain't leggin' niggaz we ain' bussin' shots in the air
no warnin' shots fuck outta here..
ah man homie, hate to do you like this
ah man homie, when they tote they go click click click


Prodigy Verse-
You see me rollin', Mack 10 showin' out the window
you catch me shootin' out the coupé then switchin' lanes
you don't want me creepin' 2 miles an hour with my seat low
cuz i hop up out the sunroof with fully auto's and embed it in your brain
It's like Fi Fa Fo Fum
I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
one, two, three hundred shots
finna ring off them things off and cook the block
old people, them pets and them kids
whoever in the way them strays gon' hit
we don't give a fuck about the police nigga
this ain't Manhattan this Queens nigga
where millie's and the violence is nuttin' to me
fuck 'um, they don't give a fuck about P
if they can kill me believe me they would
it's why i set it off and i get 'um real good
when them street lights come on nigga
you bes' have your gun on nigga
cuz the night we ride, and you die
soon as i woke up with drive-bys

Havoc Chorus-
we ain't leggin' niggaz we ain' bussin' shots in the air
no warnin' shots fuck outta here..
ah man homie, hate to do you like this
ah man homie, when they tote they go click click click
we ain't leggin' niggaz we ain' bussin' shots in the air
no warnin' shots fuck outta here..
ah man homie, hate to do you like this
ah man homie, when they tote they go click click click

Yeah..
Yeah..

Writers: Marvin Bernard , Kejuan Waliek Muchita , Glen Larson , Stuart Phillips , Albert Johnson

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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