Clicked Up - T-Rock

It ain’t no fist fights

It ain’t no one-on-one

Nigga we clicked up

So come and get ya some

Niggas get hauled off

Lit up and hit with twos

For hoes who outta line

Bitches can get it too

My niggas zoned out

Granted that’s dad on dad

Strapped up with milli rounds

Dipped in that black on black

We in the trap with sacks

Quick to attack with gats

Shoot up your concert

Shout at your platinum plaque

I’m in the platinum Jag

Twisting a bag of hash

After that madame blast

My nigga that’s your ass

Deader than patch of grass

This is the aftermath

Forensics trynna crack the case and reenact the past

Don’t make me act a clown

I’m drinking Jack and Crown

I got a chopper, that’s the biggest battle axe in town

My nigga ask around

This is the battleground

If ye ain’t rady then retreat or gt to stand em down

Load up the mag and cock it

It’s getting catastrophic

Don’t get your ass demolished

Soon as that plastic popping

Niggas get hauled off

Lit up and hit with twos

For hoes who outta line

Bitches can get it to

{Verse 2: Area 51]

Nah, nah

If I want saucing with me

Know my niggas took them thangs

Suckers calling violations, know my niggas busting brains

Whoop, catch’ll drop your ass

Like the ash on Mary Jane

Bama gorilla rider precise when that desert aim

The diamond in the black night

Cheefing in the late night

Got this soldier flow to make you push a nigga back now

The hardest that’s a fact nah

To who is for a plaque now

Repping for my gangsters on the block with respect nah

But you really want niggas on your block

Ready to rumble like Michael Buffer

Killing all and on the spot

We keep more metal than Midas Mufflers

I’mma let this frustration loose

The all rotted wasted juice

Y’all can hate

The truth inferned eternally like Satan’s truth

To all these motherfuckers on the Earth

Shit’s by birth bout that

This rubber nature trying to get paid what I’m worth

Placing all haters on respirators

Black balling can’t stop the show

The fifty-one's about to blow

My hustle and my flow gon have me seeing that Kevin Costner door

Now you know

I’m usually on for that pimping that my player profits

But Seldom C known to keep many rockets up off the chopper

To think I’d release the whole world has gotta be under my siege

Cause when a nigga speak it’s like instant death to my enemies

Homework please

If you really think that you can fuck with me I

Gotta sideways aim that’d do you niggas something crucially

.54 desert eagle is risky

But it’s with me

So you pussy niggas don’t tempt me

Leave a hole the size of wide as

Why these niggas wanna bother me

More like me a player

What you oughta be

Dropping me you stand a better chance of hitting the lottery

Come follow me to colic Pete

Where the Gs and ballers be

And all you see is choppers that we use to crush your colony

I’m obviously out of your league

Ever since 3 I’ve been a problem see

You bitches’ll bleed

Fucking with me

Cause partner logically y’all probably the realest out of all the Gs

This gangster shit ain’t for you man

Why don’t you take up pottery

And for bread

Got something that’ll make you out of a believer

You can’t be serious if you think I’m an underachiever

Involved in so many circles

Call me Lord of The Ring

This is not a dream

This my team

As big as it seems

Unexpected smoke in all the mountains like an A-Bomb

Once we hit the ground

Let’s watch to see where the roaches scatter from (where they at?)

Stomping on so many haters now my toe aches

But I don’t mind

It’s just the risk that I have to take

Oh no

We done done it again

The money spent it boys

T-Rock and a couple of friends

You got some anger with me boy

Well fuck on me then

I guarantee ya I would leave ya blind just like the wind

We some certified riders

Repping hard for the south

So if you don’t know nothing bout us keep your name out your mouth

We come from deep off in the club

We invading your space

You wouldn’t think that we some gangsters from the look on our face

Boy

[Verse 8: Infra-Red[

Carbon 15 sparking that’s your sawed offs walking at you bitches

Bitches twisted for spitting

The medics hauling off yo chickens

Knees knocking

Heart pumping, Kool-Aid cause we in the club

Status of a Queen

Niggas got your spleen for the dub

Keep my hands clean

Get my feet dirty if I’m pissed

Take a Miss and stomp her out her outfit for popping lips

Bitch we popping clips

Made believers out your skeptics handguns with bullet drums

That burn worse than antiseptic

You don’t really wanna see me come down

Cause me and my guys we cock them hammers

You don’t wanna see your body end up in the middle of a cornfield here in

Indiana

C-Mob is a killer for real

Gorilla in the field

Never will the syllables yield

I give a fuck if you got a nine milli to wield

I got skrilla to build

A couple mills sitting in it to build

I never chill so I get in my feel

The more feel that I’m fitting to kill

I bet you’re gritting your grill

Cause you’re scared of the area

Fuck with my fam I don’t care I will bury ya

If you want it then you better bring a week

We finna leave everyone in the grid stressed

Cause Area 51's expanded through the Midwest

It ain’t no fist fights

It ain’t no one-on-one

Nigga we clicked up

So come and get ya some

Niggas get hauled off

Lit up and lit with twos

For hoes who outta line

Bitches can get it too