Click Click (Feat. Tony Yayo)

We get that paper baby boy it's easy
You wanna be who? You can't be me
Shorty gave me that ass on GP
I'm rollin' in the G500 or the Porsche roof open
And I know that you're hopin' that I fall real soon
But I ain't goin' nowhere hate to bust your balloon
And it 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 niggas givin' up identities
Ain't my fault they makin' pennies
They soft like ice cream, sweeter than Ben & Jerry's
Like Hoffa, leave 'em nowhere to be found but buried
The gun won't fail me, the money won't leave me
Stop schemin' on me baby cause it ain't that easy
Niggas leave prints cause they palms so greasy
They mind read easy, I see right through 'em
The AK'll do 'em like nobody do 'em don't stop
It's best that you keep it movin' you get shot

We ain't leggin' niggas, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warning shot, fuck outta here
Aw man homie, hate to do ya like this
Aw man homie, when the toolie go click click click
We ain't leggin' niggas, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warning shot, fuck outta here
Aw man homie, hate to do ya like this
Aw man homie, when the toolie go click click click

It's the young high roller, the talk of New York
David got my neck lookin' like a lightning bolt
I'm in that two door rain 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 keys that's, fifty-one million
Me and 50 in Hollywood, with Quincy Jones
Since the feds bought Nextel I trash 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 cargo
I drive the Marcy in the Murciélago
My connect, is a Cuban named Flaco
With my aim, you a human taco
Meat and shells, yo the feds tryin' to peep our sales
My daughter grow up she in Harvard and Yale, yeah!

We ain't leggin' niggas, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warning shot, fuck outta here
Aw man homie, hate to do ya like this
Aw man homie, when the toolie go click click click
We ain't leggin' niggas, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warning shot, fuck outta here
Aw man homie, hate to do ya like this
Aw man homie, when the toolie go click click click

You see me rollin' Mac-10 showin' out the window
Or you catch me shootin' out the coupe then switchin' lanes
You don't want me creepin' two miles a hour with my seat low
Cause I'll hop up out the sunroof with fully autos
And embed it in your brain, yeah
It's like fee, fi, fo, fum
I smell the blood of a jealous ass punk
One, two, three hundred shots
Fin' to ring off them things off and cook the block
Old people, your 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 immune to the violence, it's nothin' 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, and you die
Soon as I walk up or drive by

We ain't leggin' niggas, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warning shot, fuck outta here
Aw man homie, hate to do ya like this
Aw man homie, when the toolie go click click click
We ain't leggin' niggas, we ain't bustin' shots in the air
No warning shot, fuck outta here
Aw man homie, hate to do ya like this
Aw man homie, when the toolie go click click click