Lyrics: Stayve J. Thomas
Music: Hugo, Thomas, Thornton ...
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
Click clack mother****ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack mother****ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack mother****ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
When snitch mother****ers give police clues to watc
Well I'm a give them mother****ing niggas news to watc
My trigger blow niggas out they shoes and sock
I guarantee I won't miss you if I use the dot
I'm Slim Thugga mother****er! best respect my G
Or they gon say they name after R.I.P
How dare you fake niggas' tissue slugs bout m
Cause then I'm a get to show ya how thug I be!
And I don't give a **** what set you clai
They got rich niggas that blow out brain
Just cause you from the projects don't mean you hard
Most of them hoods y'all repping ain't seen you broads!
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
Click clack mother****ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack mother****ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack mother****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!
Big home, big car, big jewelry
Whispers in the street, all the talk of robbery
Ain't no Quad Studio, Tupac 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!!
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
Click clack mother****ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack mother****ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack mother****ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
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!
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
Click clack mother****ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack mother****ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
If you smart you gon hit the ground running and ducking
A lot of rap niggas be trying to play har
Knowing damn well that they lying and they fraud
They talk that hard shit when somebody press recor
When there's beef in the streets they run to their body guard
I'm still a hood nigga, you can catch me on the bloc
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
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
Click clack mother****ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack mother****ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack mother****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!