Post by J$crILLa on Mar 30, 2006 1:01:39 GMT -5
Tha Click
- ThaYOUNGZ feat. PlaciD
Gestapo, Inc.
Album: No Time 4 Rookiez
J$crilla Verse:
we be tha click, make ya gun go bang/
stay off tha dick, let us do r thang/
original, crucial muthafucka/
a criminal, brutal muthafucka/
J-$crilla yall, a cool muthafucka/
and i dont give a fuck. best know this/
time 2 break out tha weed, lets roll this/
throw up ya set, twist up yo fingaz/
I create an N, thats til the end/
representin that Northide for life/
tha click be young and full a fun/
never hesitate to pull out that gun/
and make these fag mufuckaz run/
g-shit, we spit, these clips, get yo wig split/
(laughs) and we mean this/
$crillVille deliver that laid back flow/
we'll chill like winter, and make that dough..
like flippin pies, life is do or die/
this click number one. come find out why?
pop! pop! now ya lights go out/
bitch made tricks thats what tha fuck we be bout/
FouLMouth Hook:
Word is bond, Homie - I ride for my click
And what's more - I'll die for my click
Together as brothers we get high as a click
So when peers pass on I cry with my click
PlaciD Verse:
like marching foot souljahs we killing off the opposition..
oath of the Gestapo army ~ piling up for the proposition..
we run with the dictatorship ~ no one fucking with us…
hate thee ~ and ill light a match to an oiled up Jew Bus.
tha click rolling thru ~ betta pay up ur debt to ‘society’
haha..yeh we run this nation ~ busting caps with variety
so hand over dem bills ~ cuz we counting up da surplus
hittin bitches, killin thugs~ OK here’s our real purpose..
To scribe rhymes in lines ~ that define our era and time…
In enemy’s blood we sign ~ to set fear & fuk their minds.
As we define our self committed crimes ~ in our prime…
The day we swore to stay on our grinds & reign sublime.
..That’s tha click’s aims~wipin out nemesis from da game
fat fuckers move out of da frame ~ you preach our name
how can you contain ~ these flowin word running insane
cutting n bleeding into ur veins ~ & settling in your brain.
Holla up cuz da click had arrived…Placid… OUT..man..
FouLMouth Hook:
Word is bond, Homie - I ride for my click
And what's more - I'll die for my click
Together as brothers we get high as a click
So when peers pass on I cry with my click
FouLMouth Verse:
Drag'n~Fi$t'z never scared to step to a braggin'~bitch
I'm sadistic; make a bitch~wade thru piles of switch~blades
Pitch~grenades at anyone who wanna oppose~my~team
You fuckin' tricks ain't moving shit like a "frozen~scene"
This playa'z swoopin' through stealin' your chosen~Queen
Homie, this is how a real Bo$$ blows~off~steam
FouLMouth's a show~stopper - No one flows~hotter
And you can best believe Homie my hoe's~proper
Watch me 'blow up' on the mic like pipe~bombs
Street justice; I dispense revenge and right~wrongs
Nah, Homie, I ain't no type of caped~crusader
I just take it upon myself to duck tape~haters
Then without a slight care I just leave~'em~for~dead
When it comes to bitches - I deceive~'em~for~head
Yeah cat I’m slick, but when it comes to my click –
Muh’fucka - I’m quick to check a scandalous trick…
Outro:
“Gestapo, Inc. up in this! Haha! FouLMouth! J$crilla! PlaciD! Whattup?! Youngz 4 Life! Gestapo, Inc. livin’ on, long and strong!”
- ThaYOUNGZ feat. PlaciD
Gestapo, Inc.
Album: No Time 4 Rookiez
J$crilla Verse:
we be tha click, make ya gun go bang/
stay off tha dick, let us do r thang/
original, crucial muthafucka/
a criminal, brutal muthafucka/
J-$crilla yall, a cool muthafucka/
and i dont give a fuck. best know this/
time 2 break out tha weed, lets roll this/
throw up ya set, twist up yo fingaz/
I create an N, thats til the end/
representin that Northide for life/
tha click be young and full a fun/
never hesitate to pull out that gun/
and make these fag mufuckaz run/
g-shit, we spit, these clips, get yo wig split/
(laughs) and we mean this/
$crillVille deliver that laid back flow/
we'll chill like winter, and make that dough..
like flippin pies, life is do or die/
this click number one. come find out why?
pop! pop! now ya lights go out/
bitch made tricks thats what tha fuck we be bout/
FouLMouth Hook:
Word is bond, Homie - I ride for my click
And what's more - I'll die for my click
Together as brothers we get high as a click
So when peers pass on I cry with my click
PlaciD Verse:
like marching foot souljahs we killing off the opposition..
oath of the Gestapo army ~ piling up for the proposition..
we run with the dictatorship ~ no one fucking with us…
hate thee ~ and ill light a match to an oiled up Jew Bus.
tha click rolling thru ~ betta pay up ur debt to ‘society’
haha..yeh we run this nation ~ busting caps with variety
so hand over dem bills ~ cuz we counting up da surplus
hittin bitches, killin thugs~ OK here’s our real purpose..
To scribe rhymes in lines ~ that define our era and time…
In enemy’s blood we sign ~ to set fear & fuk their minds.
As we define our self committed crimes ~ in our prime…
The day we swore to stay on our grinds & reign sublime.
..That’s tha click’s aims~wipin out nemesis from da game
fat fuckers move out of da frame ~ you preach our name
how can you contain ~ these flowin word running insane
cutting n bleeding into ur veins ~ & settling in your brain.
Holla up cuz da click had arrived…Placid… OUT..man..
FouLMouth Hook:
Word is bond, Homie - I ride for my click
And what's more - I'll die for my click
Together as brothers we get high as a click
So when peers pass on I cry with my click
FouLMouth Verse:
Drag'n~Fi$t'z never scared to step to a braggin'~bitch
I'm sadistic; make a bitch~wade thru piles of switch~blades
Pitch~grenades at anyone who wanna oppose~my~team
You fuckin' tricks ain't moving shit like a "frozen~scene"
This playa'z swoopin' through stealin' your chosen~Queen
Homie, this is how a real Bo$$ blows~off~steam
FouLMouth's a show~stopper - No one flows~hotter
And you can best believe Homie my hoe's~proper
Watch me 'blow up' on the mic like pipe~bombs
Street justice; I dispense revenge and right~wrongs
Nah, Homie, I ain't no type of caped~crusader
I just take it upon myself to duck tape~haters
Then without a slight care I just leave~'em~for~dead
When it comes to bitches - I deceive~'em~for~head
Yeah cat I’m slick, but when it comes to my click –
Muh’fucka - I’m quick to check a scandalous trick…
Outro:
“Gestapo, Inc. up in this! Haha! FouLMouth! J$crilla! PlaciD! Whattup?! Youngz 4 Life! Gestapo, Inc. livin’ on, long and strong!”
