Click Clack
[Chorus:]Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hardI was tought to only reachWhen I lift da shirt dats da end of discussionClick Clack mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear dat
[Verse 1:]They call me Nicholas, style defined as ridiculousI beg your pardon, meet me at da garden#1 draft, I'm New York's pick & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new york knicks... (check it)I'm over seas rockin hella capris, in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel emDey want cain like erica... pleaseBrotha your money young like goverment cheeseDese broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only happy wen I hopin out da brincks truckAnd I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an entranceDese old bitches betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game dey gon play da benchesFuck your friendship, pay attentionBitch get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen
[Chorus:]Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hardI was tought ?When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussionClick Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 2:]Dey call me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squadHead bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout da todI'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout call waitinI'm VIP lil mama I jus walk str8 inLil Dolce & Gabanna got dis bul hatin, dats I pop up in da porch with da top vacantMami stop fakin, talkin bout wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & your not cakingYour not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight friendz on your myspaceStay in a childs place... Check da timinI roc bitches like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)U on a flight, I be bakin on islandsMami your accent sound faker den DylanMURDA DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem
[Chorus:]Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hardI was tought ?When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussionClick Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 3:]Dey call me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky ginI play da club, with a thug & sum pretty friendzAnd if dey ain't got da gat, dey got da knife onYour too wack to get up on one of y songU gotta deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallieAnd u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold wieght & I ain't talkin bout BicepsI rep Queens like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Yung Joc... it's goin downKisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta poundJune, turn me up... mic check... ?Bitches don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da clique she withUnless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nic.holla bac & turn up my shyt
[Chorus:]Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hardI was tought ?When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussionClick Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin