Click Clack - Lyrics - Da Hole 9

(feat. Lil' Jon) [Lil' Jon Talking] YEAH! check this out (what's up?) You bout to witness, some real muthafuckin game (okay) All the way from the muthafuckin STL (okay) Wit ya boy Lil' Jon (YEAH!) that's me *** (uh-huh) ATL, its goin' down, Kemo (YEAH!), my *** Kaos (YEAH!) So spit that muthafuckin real *** for these *** *** *** (uh uh) [Hook x2: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos] [1] Click clack, click clack goes the AK [2] You know mo get left in the urr, yes'ir yes'ir so uh [1] It's pistol play, every day, all daaaaay [2] There's too many *** that I know from the block Get knocked and uh.. [Verse 1: Kemo] I'm a, grinda *** off my *** I'm a, reach back slap the *** out my *** Dump rounds, watch shells jump the *** out the clip 36 ounces on the scale, chop the *** out a brick Damnit I'm sick, watch me while I handle my *** Eat *** *** for breakfast like ham and my grits Rollin them bole, cross me and I'm smokin yo ho Just because I live out here there ain't no control of the MO Holdin the fo', fo' *** it back then I blow The brains out the other side of yo 'fro Muthafucka because you jivin them mo' Bend over, you know that I'm the pride of the M.O. Jump out the bushes like "surprise" on the mo We on yo block, with the cake and no need for no glock It's a hatin I receivin yo spot I just wanna be yo cut so muthafuckin bad my *** ain't hard I spray AK Allay, 45 hundred tips off in yo jaw *** [Hook x2] [Verse 2: Kaos] *** try me like new *** but always end up gettin *** Cuz I'm takin *** heads off like Chris Pronger wit that puck See all the *** that I roll wit give out punkin heads urry week Dumpin lead, thurl g's, run up in the club pumpin *** We out that Lou, I thought you knew me and my crew is unstoppable Like Warner to Faulk, Hakim, Proehl, Holt & Bruce You couldn't top us or stop us wit choppas or proper voppers Derty if you paid for it, even if you prayed for it It ain't gon' happen like yo squad beatin the Lakers in 4 It ain't gon' go mo, yo boys want mo' They roll wit *** ***, *** whipped ***, big lipped *** Them talk *** ***, can't get rich ***, you know them Get pissed *** that's always wit ***, that make a *** Trick ***, them skeet lil' shady slick ***, we lunatic *** Keepin them brick ***, switch hit ***, sit and sip *** Them nina click *** [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Kemo] Now watch me, parlay to the muthafuckin Cut' and get my gat Investigate all you want, you ain't never know where my pistol at No suspect, no motives, no witnesses, no clue *** my alibis that I don't know what the *** done happened to you's Wit my crew that night, drank a brew that night, shake a *** that night Act a fool tonight, celebrate put 17 shots off in you tonight Seems to be another kinda red comin from ya head in The same slum wit a government infrared deal Same stuff and a real deal, same song wit that la-bel And I gotta keep my *** cocked cuz the block be hot That's why I be screamin that same *** (what kind of *** ***?) Insane ***, I remember when we used to get up on the roof and *** the next police ride down this muthafuckin *** we shootin Hoes in a blue suit and hideout, regroup and Every pistol we shoot man, we gotta use 2 hands *** I'm comin, *** I'm gunnin', *** I'm bustin, *** you runnin Jumpin, *** you duckin' [Hook x4]