Andrew Coleman - Click Clack lyrics

[Hook - Slim Thug] I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion Click clack motherf**ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing! Click clack motherf**ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing! [Verse - Slim Thug] When snitch n***as give police clues to watch Well I'm a give them f*ggot n***as news to watch My trigger blow n***as out they shoes and socks I guarantee I won't miss you if I use the dot I'm Slim Thugga motherf**er! best respect my G! Or they gon say they name after R.I.P How dare you p**y n***as' tissue slugs bout me Cause then I'm a get to show ya how thug I be! And I don't give a fu*k what set you claim They got rich n***as 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! [Hook - Slim Thug] I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion Click clack motherf**ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing! Click clack motherf**ers! - 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! [Verse - Pusha T] Big home, big car, big j**elry 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!! [Hook] [Verse - Slim Thug] I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion Click clack motherf**ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing! If you smart you gon hit the ground running and ducking A lot of rap n***as be trying to play hard Knowing damn well that they lying and they fraud They talk that hard sh** when somebody press record When there's beef in the streets they run to their body guard I'm still a hood n***a, 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 [Hook]