Click Click

(专辑： Blood Money - 2006)

[Havoc]
We get that paper baby boy, it's easy
You want to be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
Rolling in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof open
And I know that you're hoping that I fall real soon
But I ain't going 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 til there's no more cake
Snitch ass niggaz giving up identities
Ain't my fort© making pennies
They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like ??, leaving nowhere to be found but buried
The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me
Stop scheming on me baby, it ain't that easy
Niggaz leave prints cause their palms so greasy
Their mind read easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do em, like nobody ?? 'em
Stop, it's best that you keep it moving, you'll get shot

[Hook: Havoc 2X]
We ain't licking niggaz, we ain't busting shots in the air
No warning shots, the fuck out of here
Oh man homey, hate to do you like this
Oh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click

[Tony Yayo]
It's the young high-roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck looking like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two-door Range Stormer
My truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school bus
I need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billion
Six hundred ki's, that's fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones
Since the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phone
Listen homes, everything glisten homes
Yeah my gun and my rims both sit on chrome
You move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carload
I dropped in Marcy in a Murcielago
My connect is a Cuban named Flaco
With my aim, you a human taco
Meeting shells, yo the feds trying to peep our sales
My daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah

[Hook: Havoc 2X]

[Prodigy]
You see me rolling, Mack-10 showing out the window
When you catching me shooting out the coup, then switch your lane
You don't want me creeping two miles an hour, with my seat low
Cause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brain
It's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred shots
Fitting to ring off them things off, and cook the block
Old people, the pets and the kids
Whoever in the way, them strays gon' hit
And we don't give a fuck about the police nigga
This ain't Manhattan, this Queens nigga
We're immune to the violence, it's nothing to me
Fuck 'em they don't give a fuck about P
If they could kill me, believe me, they would
That's why I set it off, and I get 'em real good
When them street, lights, come on nigga
You best, have, your gun on nigga
Cause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl)
As soon as I walk up, or drive-by

[Hook: Havoc 2X]