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Clicked Up
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C-Mob
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(x2) It ain't no fist fights It ain't no one-on-one n***a we clicked up So come and get ya some n***as get hauled off Lit up and hit with twos For hoes who outta line b*t*hes can get it too My n***as zoned out Granted that's dad on dad Strapped up with milli rounds Dipped in that black on black We in the trap with sacks Quick to attack with gats Shoot up your concert Shout at your platinum plaque I'm in the platinum Jag Twisting a bag of hash After that madame blast My n***a that's your ass Deader than patch of grass This is the aftermath Forensics trynna crack the case and reenact the past Don't make me act a clown I'm drinking Jack and Crown I got a chopper, that's the biggest battle axe in town My n***a ask around This is the battleground If ye ain't rеady then retreat or gеt to stand em down Load up the mag and c*ck it It's getting catastrophic Don't get your ass demolished Soon as that plastic popping n***as get hauled off Lit up and hit with twos For hoes who outta line b*t*hes can get it to {Verse 2: Area 51] Nah, nah If I want saucing with me Know my n***as took them thangs Suckers calling violations, know my n***as busting brains Whoop, catch'll drop your ass Like the ash on Mary Jane Bama gorilla rider precise when that desert aim The diamond in the black night Cheefing in the late night Got this soldier flow to make you push a n***a back now The hardest that's a fact nah To who is for a plaque now Repping for my gangsters on the block with respect nah But you really want n***as on your block Ready to rumble like Michael Buffer Killing all and on the spot We keep more metal than Midas Mufflers I'mma let this frustration loose The all rotted wasted juice Y'all can hate The truth inferned eternally like Satan's truth To all these motherf**kers on the Earth sh*t's by birth bout that This rubber nature trying to get paid what I'm worth Placing all haters on respirators Black balling can't stop the show The fifty-one's about to blow My hustle and my flow gon have me seeing that Kevin Costner door Now you know I'm usually on for that pimping that my player profits But Seldom C known to keep many rockets up off the chopper To think I'd release the whole world has gotta be under my siege Cause when a n***a speak it's like instant death to my enemies Homework please If you really think that you can f**k with me I Gotta sideways aim that'd do you n***as something crucially .54 desert eagle is risky But it's with me So you pu**y n***as don't tempt me Leave a hole the size of wide as Why these n***as wanna bother me More like me a player What you oughta be Dropping me you stand a better chance of hitting the lottery Come follow me to colic Pete Where the Gs and ballers be And all you see is choppers that we use to crush your colony I'm obviously out of your league Ever since 3 I've been a problem see You b*t*hes'll bleed f**king with me Cause partner logically y'all probably the realest out of all the Gs This gangster sh*t ain't for you man Why don't you take up pottery And for bread Got something that'll make you out of a believer You can't be serious if you think I'm an underachiever Involved in so many circles Call me Lord of The Ring This is not a dream This my team As big as it seems Unexpected smoke in all the mountains like an A-Bomb Once we hit the ground Let's watch to see where the roaches scatter from (where they at?) Stomping on so many haters now my toe aches But I don't mind It's just the risk that I have to take Oh no We done done it again The money spent it boys T-Rock and a couple of friends You got some anger with me boy Well f**k on me then I guarantee ya I would leave ya blind just like the wind We some certified riders Repping hard for the south So if you don't know nothing bout us keep your name out your mouth We come from deep off in the club We invading your space You wouldn't think that we some gangsters from the look on our face Boy [Verse 8: Infra-Red[ Carbon 15 sparking that's your sawed offs walking at you b*t*hes b*t*hes twisted for spitting The medics hauling off yo chickens Knees knocking Heart pumping, Kool-Aid cause we in the club Status of a Queen n***as got your spleen for the dub Keep my hands clean Get my feet dirty if I'm p*ssed Take a Miss and stomp her out her outfit for popping lips b*t*h we popping clips Made believers out your skeptics handguns with bullet drums That burn worse than antiseptic You don't really wanna see me come down Cause me and my guys we c*ck them hammers You don't wanna see your body end up in the middle of a cornfield here in Indiana C-Mob is a killer for real Gorilla in the field Never will the syllables yield I give a f**k if you got a nine milli to wield I got skrilla to build A couple mills sitting in it to build I never chill so I get in my feel The more feel that I'm fitting to kill I bet you're gritting your grill Cause you're scared of the area f**k with my fam I don't care I will bury ya If you want it then you better bring a week We finna leave everyone in the grid stressed Cause Area 51's expanded through the Midwest (x2) It ain't no fist fights It ain't no one-on-one n***a we clicked up So come and get ya some n***as get hauled off Lit up and lit with twos For hoes who outta line b*t*hes can get it too
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