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
Chorus
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 clack clack
Tell you please
There ain’t nothing better then these raw delicacies
Come on Chorus
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 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
Bang.