Klack or Get Klacked - Strong Arm Steady

Black man, shoot your friendly neighborhood local policemen

Cause they’ll say you got a gun, it’s just cell in your hand

Police will shoot without proof or evidence or the truth

My nigga reached for registration, blew his brains through the roof

Which lead me to the conclusion that we should do the shooting

My itchy trigger finger niggers is a new resolution

What about Sean Bell and all the niggers in jail

That didn’t really do the crime it just remind me of hell

To get locked like Mandela get respected

Or you can get rich like Roc-A-Fella off of records

Or you could shoot it out with the cops, make a body block

Take them on a high speed chase, hit the body shot

Change of place, when you shoot the pigs, aim for the stomach, hit the face

Rob a bank, hit the safe, get the cake, clack first

Youtube Micheal Moor fast words, studies show, cops see blacks and let the gats

burst

Yeah, that’s right motherfucker, you could Youtube that shit yourself

Build the agony Strong Arm Steady and I’m

You hear that guitar but this ain’t no rock band

I spit this because, because I’m a rock man

In my homeland it’s hard to withstand

That’s the beat (?) south east is contraband

Fire armed car, alarm in the back drop, yellow tape a fellow got scraped while

his rats watched

We RS fellows mandatory down to a pistols but if you ain’t toting a nigga will

yank your chrystals

And I’m King Tuting just call me a ice flooding, Morgiado top flopping at the

tap of a push button

More revenue than most niggers are still on the block

Maybe cause I got something to lose, they ask won’t be shot

But once a real factor, always a klack klacker

Make carnage out of niggers that think they a change snatcher

City full of brain blasters, San Diego’s filled with dead homies that some

little nigga’s named after

Don’t get it fucked up nigga, just cause a nigga hopping out this V cord,

Don’t mean a nigga won’t splat you nigga

Baptized with an appetite for warfare, stay in here you lift the 10 feet in the

air, yeah

Homie see electric chair, cell block filled to the rim with

You keep letting the small things slide, you won’t win, die or survive

Do your time, take it in stride

(?) niggers on the yard when it’s fun time

The hood’s evil know better than the Chinos what it’s impact the ground zero

See heroes getting cut and ate like supiro

Leave them bleeding, guess I be needing David Chapiro

Be the reason they got wanted wetting the wierdo

I mean we like to preach whether blue make green, black and brown make green

But it’s always gonna end up that way, so ya be prepared for everything