Yeah Styles Come on Click Click Talk about sick shit Fuck around Uh Knock ‘em out Uh uh Line ‘em up Let me tell you something Suckers ain't live enough Let me tell you something I won't have no more Come on Click Click Click Click Talk about sick shit Fuck around uh Knock ‘em out Line ‘em up Let me tell you something Suckers ain't live enough Let me tell you something I won't have no more When I was a youngin' Who would ever thought that I'd be number one Banging in your trunk fat Beats for the grungie Heat for the outsie People in the back Keeping it bouncing R to the Y to the U Get up Get up Suckers ain't live yet Enoughs enough You damn right We changed for the better And got back together And locked rap Surrender and drop that Duck like you back in your bush You wanna learn to battle Start cracking them books I've been sick from the jump Dirty from the get go Six in the pump Thirty in the clip load Rip through a beat Like butter in kill Peep the last man shook Yo We stutter and still R-R-Ryu is too ill Stop and think You want some girl scout beats Or some knocks and pins Have it your way I'ma stay dropping a flame Blaze and pop insane shit I never change
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Click Click Talk about sick shit Fuck around Uh Knock ‘em out Uh uh Line ‘em up Let me tell you something Suckers ain't live enough Let me tell you something I won't have no more Come on Click Click Click Click Talk about sick shit Fuck around uh Knock ‘em out Line ‘em up Let me tell you something Suckers ain't live enough Let me tell you something I won't have no more
Verse 2 (Tak)
So here we go again The dopest if you noticed him Hopefully I'm rolling with The golden ounce I'm supposed to get For flowin it Knowing when suckers ain't live enough Yet Time's up Line ‘em up Till they buy enough crack With your gold card razor Shot the whole place up Snatch the face Playing and remove the fake make up Stand on the edge with a mannequin head Cram it with lead And battle till you hand him his legs I got a plan to get fed Till my stamina ends Crap in your Benz Stomp with my lavender Timbs Say you don't even know When the show is over A lonely soldier Grown for closure A small time crook On a stolen poster That's why I wrote a book on this rollercoaster Now everybody move but they can't even speak The party rules of an outlaw that'll handle your teeth No tools can't write Can't rap to a beat Your O'douls getting sappy You're wacker then me How you gonna claim something that you never believe The regular breed that tipsscales Sell us some key But under your sleeves You fronting to whatever degree The second you breathe The element of the weapon you squeeze Like click click click click Tell you please There ain't nothing better then these raw delicacies Come on
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Verse 3 (Tak)
Yeah Instead of running I'll walk instead I remember growing up rocking Talking Heads You may ask yourelf How cool he is It's just me fascination with the Human League
Verse 4 (Ryu)
Now I don't know who said it and when I'm not nice Yeah right That bitch never said it again I play rough to the death Enough respect Let the slugs eject then Come correct My man Mic's my best friend Arm to the teeth We settle beef together Like identical twins Oooh shit catch a bad one Oh Can you imagine the pain of a .45 magnum