(Verse) ¹Click Clack, the fuck up out these Streets, ²They get Ghost, once they die under a sheet ³im sick of playin -->wut is u sayin Is bout sum cheese? ⁴Ill paint chu red, im sprayin lead all through out this Piece. ¹of course my potnas,Tote them choppas, will blast for me ²i got these problems how come i dont getta chance to eat ³I keepa rod , in case the game changes drastically . ⁴dont even trip, i get off 1st real rapiddly. ¹wur bout no niggas, its these bitches really after me ²im doin business wit them gremlims all casually ³wit 2 lit baddies that's Gon go and get the bag fa me. ⁴u have to c it for urselves, tho actually. ¹u want sum smoke I got a whole lot of that for sell , ²participate in pro Grams get ya package mailed ³n if u local I'll have broz to transport it there. ⁴my Shit is fire, if u inquiring a bout that as well. (chorus) ¹2 Cheers, dont chu kno we been finessin. àà²we all clear, no polices or detectives ³Àny where, that We go we are accepted. ⁴Wya, ill be back, leave a message ¹pullin up, without a doubt, or no question. ²block em off, have em jammed, within seconds, ³rough eem up, pad eem down, get his necklace ⁴sock em up, stomp em out like its teken