Lirik Lagu Click Click - Mobb Deep
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[Havoc]We get that paper baby boy, it's easyYou want to be who? You can't be meShorty gave me that ass on GPRollin' in a G-500, or the Porsche, roof openAnd I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soonBut I ain't goin' nowhere, hate to bust your balloonAnd there ain't that much room for all usLimited space, the game like a tour busI won't break, I just take, take and takeRape and rape, the game til there's no more cakeSnitch ass niggaz givin' up identitiesAin't my fort© makin' penniesThey soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry'sLike ??, leavin' nowhere to be found but buriedThe gun won't fail me, the money won't leave meStop schemin' on me baby, it ain't that easyNiggaz leave prints cause their palms so greasyTheir mind read easy, I see right through 'emThe AK'll do em, like nobody ?? 'emStop, it's best that you keep it movin', you'll get shot
[Hook: Havoc - 2X]We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the airNo warnin' shots, the fuck out of hereOh man homey, hate to do you like thisOh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
[Tony Yayo]It's the young high-roller, the talk of New YorkDavid got my neck lookin' like a lightning boltI'm in that two-door Range StormerMy truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school busI need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billionSix hundred ki's, that's fifty-one millionMe and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy JonesSince the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phoneListen homes, everything glisten homesYeah my gun and my rims both sit on chromeYou move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carloadI dropped in Marcy in a MurcielagoMy connect is a Cuban named FlacoWith my aim, you a human tacoMeetin' shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our salesMy daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah
[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
[Prodigy]You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the windowWhen you catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your laneYou don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat lowCause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brainIt's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punkOne, two, three hundred shotsFittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the blockOld people, the pets and the kidsWhoever in the way, them strays gon' hitAnd we don't give a fuck about the police niggaThis ain't Manhattan, this Queens niggaWe're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to meFuck 'em - they don't give a fuck about PIf they could kill me, believe me, they wouldThat's why I set it off, and I get 'em real goodWhen them street, lights, come on niggaYou best, have, your gun on niggaCause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl)As soon as I walk up, or drive-by
[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
[Hook: Havoc - 2X]We ain't lickin' niggaz, we ain't bustin' shots in the airNo warnin' shots, the fuck out of hereOh man homey, hate to do you like thisOh man homey, when the tooley go click, click, click
[Tony Yayo]It's the young high-roller, the talk of New YorkDavid got my neck lookin' like a lightning boltI'm in that two-door Range StormerMy truck plush, and the wheels are the size of rims on a school busI need that Bill Gates money, that's fifty-one billionSix hundred ki's, that's fifty-one millionMe and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy JonesSince the Feds bought Nextel, I trashed my phoneListen homes, everything glisten homesYeah my gun and my rims both sit on chromeYou move your weight in the car, I move weight by the carloadI dropped in Marcy in a MurcielagoMy connect is a Cuban named FlacoWith my aim, you a human tacoMeetin' shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our salesMy daughter grow up, she in Harvard and Yale, yeah
[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
[Prodigy]You see me rollin', Mack-10 showin' out the windowWhen you catchin' me shootin' out the coup, then switch your laneYou don't want me creepin' two miles an hour, with my seat lowCause I'll hop up out the roof with fully-autos and embed it in your brainIt's like fee, fie, foe, fum, I smell the blood of a jealous ass punkOne, two, three hundred shotsFittin' to ring off them things off, and cook the blockOld people, the pets and the kidsWhoever in the way, them strays gon' hitAnd we don't give a fuck about the police niggaThis ain't Manhattan, this Queens niggaWe're immune to the violence, it's nothin' to meFuck 'em - they don't give a fuck about PIf they could kill me, believe me, they wouldThat's why I set it off, and I get 'em real goodWhen them street, lights, come on niggaYou best, have, your gun on niggaCause tonight we ride (Growl) and you die (Growl)As soon as I walk up, or drive-by
[Hook: Havoc - 2X]
