Correction Paroles Clicked Up Pt. 2 (International Version) par C-Mob

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It ain't no fist fights
It ain't no one-on-one
n***a we clicked up
So come and get ya some

(x4)
n***as get hauled off
Hit up and lit with twos
For hoes who outta line
b*t*hes can get it too

We come come a hundred deep
n***as in mad rushes
We've never had nothing
Dreaming the cash clutching
T-Rock and Mr. Evil
Go ruf this clique of people
Rebels without a heart
A group with Desert Eagles
This beef will never settle
I'm on that other level
I c*ck my piece and cast a spell that send you to the devil
I'm in yo face like freckles
Ready to spray with metal
What I release will discontinue life in every vessel

(German/Russian?)
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Dark Prince, Mr. Evil
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I said I ride by my damn self
Two by my waist slide
Sweepers spitting hollow tip directed at yo face flying
State before a coward shouting "never will you take mine"
em pimping
Either break bread or we break spines
Keep my eyes in the street
Keep my ears to the trap
Prince of The Gutter
I gives a f**k if I blow out rap
Keep the word moving faster
This Second Gen is Sonic wanted to address pastor
We run you like that purple grunting shower

(Germany/Russian?)

Anybody really wanna come get it
If you do better watch it
I done told you motherf**kers better listen when I let off ammunition
Having you running to ducking the repercussion
I'm busting I bring it quicker than a bullet that is whizzing
You ain't never gonna see it soon
Never trynna greet this woman
Deeper than a motherf**king love for the game
If you ever try to beat it
Someone get it
Señoritas
Hold the heaters
You don't wanna see Dub bring the pain
Take a face off
Pieces of a body in the lake toss
Don't you even try to make a move or even play hard
Stay soft
Never will you take us to a great loss
Take off
Prime Evil killer for a 8-balls
You getting mad
You staying hyper in the booth
b*t*h we the snipers on the roof
So don't decipher

(Germany/Russian?)
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Rock Solid
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(German)
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Got the music
Rock Solid since I'm with Mr. Evil
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Ich bin hier für Deutschland
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Prime Evil
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??? gangster banger hustler
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Familie

(Russian/German?)
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(Russian/German?)
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Kto ya?
Ich bin deutschland
??? Moscow
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c**t
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(Russian/German?)
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Well I'm clicked up
Get through working
Shot through royalty
You in the presence of the finest
Straight out of New Zealand
Hater's don't want it
I'm riding with the nations
Specially better get strapped
Don't want {?]
regime
Coming cold up out the city streets
They dope fill em with the [?]
To the front lines
What screams. let them have a go
b*t*h you're fake
We're busting out
No serving us hoe
We ain't holding heavy weight
Check out the roster's imposters get stumped out
B.O.S.S under Prime Evil
Clicked dope and p*ssed
Why is sh*t so lethal
Living on fascination
The world's most envious confidence
Going down

(German/Russian)
Lexus
Come on
???

They say evil is love or maybe I just love evil
Either way I'm stunting like my last name is Knievel
Plus the only O's I see are at the end of my check
And if you see that what my Nina got I came to collect
Shining from my neck
Ice cold like its come from Siberia
All my fans going crazy caught up in the hysteria
Plus there ain't no competition all y'all n***as inferior
Say sudden death or raid your house forever interior

I roll with 50 n***as
Jumping out of Chevy's totting 50 triggers
Busting on you b*t*hes if you disrespect the clique of killers
You don't really wanna hate, cause we'll increase the murder rate
Run up in your crib while you're sleeping and steal your f**king fade
I got some sh*t I'm totting that'll leave your body smoking
Leave yo hood covered in white chalk and yellow rope
And now you finally realize you can't f**k with Platinum eyes
Clicked up and f**ked em so anybody want it can die

I'm fried up like the my hoe
We ready for the drama
Toe tagging motherf**kers
We'll release em with the chopper
Platinum eyes and Dark Style
We the clicked up in this b*t*h
No you n***as ain't see it coming, I hope you ready for the sh*t
All you player hating n***as need to get up on your hustle game
b*t*h we making plays across the world, just a money thing
Headed to the top while your bullsh*t flop
Bout to take over the game and we ain't about to stop

(x2)
n***a we clicked up
n***a we strapped up
I got that thang for ya
In case you act up

(x4)
You don't want that drama
You don't want that beef

Move the scene
We shining on these motherf**kers from either way
It's a goddess talking on the setting
I'm writing old karate's
But I don't wanna see them fall go head
And I'm super clean in the cut Dawg 79
Paying these b*t*hes, no never-mind
If these n***as loving the way that I flexing on
Cutting checks and them hoes they'll never shine
I'm fresher than Febreze
And I'm always counting cheese
Something I can tell em all
When I call house to house
Trynna come up on me
Fresh pair A-1's
Tell me kid get these
Blowing hella money like the sh*t growing on trees
If a n***a wanna holler than he gotta pay fees
Spread a n***a on a track and he gotta pay me

(Russian/German?)
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I'm a thug
So I can walk through any block I want
Back a Glock or dome
If you cowardly
107 the chrome
It's a mistake
Cause your freaking gun is gonna blast
When I whip out of your pants and buck your faggot ass
You a pu**y, nympho
You a crook, punk
Trynna copy my swagger but look like a shook one
That's how it is, how it was, how it's gonna be
Even if your momma buy a sissy son of me and these

(German/Russian)
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(German/Russian)
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(German/Russian)
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T-Rock
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(German/Russian)
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Dark Style
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Popcorn
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Rock Solid
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Oh, sh*t
???

I told you for many times we wrote this
home
Ask her guts and knives out
Clips in their zone on low
Got the pump in the trunk ready to go
Wanna pump
get in the trunk
Keep it crunk little fatless
Young now oh so, oh so, oh so
Plastic get drastic put a hole in a n***a head
Body in the casket
One shot to the head got him bleeding real nasty
That lady he had on had a [?] of flesh
The hood is my home [?}
All of these n***as is thinking they killers
Get em right now so the n***as can feel us
Send em fiction claiming that they some dealers
Liars and fakes die by the trigger

(German/Russian)
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Prime Evil
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Mr. Evil
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(German/Russian)
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Dark Style
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{Verse 30: ???] (German/Russian)
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Dark Style
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Prime Evil
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(German/Russian)
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Prime Evil
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Dark Style
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Deutscheland
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(German/Russian)
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Georgia
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Como esta?
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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
Or in an alley in Moscow
You don't wanna see me when I'm pulling the Glocks out
51 deep I'mma put you to sleep
When I'm pulling so many bullets that the sun'll be blocked out
C-Mob is on another level gone off Russian liquor
And I'm causing a massacre killing my enemies soon as I'm touching triggers
Look into my eyes if you are real that's my undying motto
Rock Solid and Prime Evilz will break you like Ivan Drago

(x4)
n***as get hauled off
Hit up and lit with twos
For hoes who outta line
b*t*hes can get it too

(x2)
n***a we clicked up
n***a we strapped up
I got that thang for ya
In case you act up

(x4)
You don't want that drama
You don't want that beef

You don't want it n***a

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