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Wait, hold up, chill, what's that son?
Damn... nigga got fucked, shit, huh?!
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point sun
I can rock the shit to get ya open
Say your looking for some real shit
Then catch a funkified batch
Like that!
Oakland's on the map
2Pac is
Homie I ain't gotta gas I'm so ahead of you fags
The shit I spit off Premo tracks burn confederate flags
Take the roof off roof, gimme Proof back and 2Pac
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
to dumpin' on they ass, like the last outlaws
Rich, 2Pac and the Click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips
With enough shit to raise your block in one dip
We
say I'm a legend
Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
Like 2Pac in "I Ain't Mad
cause my nuts is bigger 
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks 
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac 
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
cause my nuts is bigger 
Strapped with a tec 9 a mac 10 and 2 glocks 
Dumpin' niggas in ditches cause I'm a thug like 2Pac 
I'm kickin' it in Cali but
riding 'round with my top down
Ride around, all eyes on me,
So I'm ridin' around wit' 2Pac now
Causing mass hysteria, France to America
Nobody
you, baby)
I start playing Jason when they get adjacent
You know how that movie goes
Click-clack, bang-bang on my foes, 2Pac taught me that
Biggie
I hear the click clack click of the camera eye 
Bent by the rays of the summer sun 
Fall sick and quietly 
Drown in the cracks in the cracks
might strip to my drawers, when I trip off the liquid
See maybe, I need to get fucked up 'til I hurl
'cause I'm Crazy like 2Pac screaming "Fuck
click clack shit
But they never sold coke crack or click clack shit
That’s why I’m laughing to the bang, ha-ha bitch
Private jets, I’m on that mile high
throwin' money around
Or 2pac without Humpty around
Or 50 before Em, Nas talkin' like a gun in his song
Cam'ron during "Children Of The Corn"
Beans before
seems rarer every time

And it's crow vs. crow
A brawl in mid-air
Beak click on beak clack
No reason is there
But for the brawl in mid-air

If
my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
To become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears

Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble

I said many times
clicks and clacks
Uneasy heartbeat, can't relax

But then your hand takes mine
Thank God, I found you in time
Thank God, I found you
Thank God, I
in my blood I love killin you fools 
I'm a thug, that goes by no rules 
Click clack and it's over you dead 
My damn glock, buss a cap in your head
a flapjack
A stack, a rack, a six-pack Jack
Just call me Jack Kerouac
Click-clack open up the hatchback
I could eat a Bubble car or a packamack
Pattacake,
talkin' 'bout?
Let 'em know how we feelin' right now

Every time I go around, shawty love me down
Run off on me like click clack, throw it out like take
click the shit back (clack, clack clack)
This is the deal, you get on the floor, lay in the grass
Had me handcuffed, take two puffs of the kush
I see
But nigga I'mm three hunna
Click clack, pow, now he runnin'
Don't be fucking wit my youngins
Them niggas be drumming
They take ya ass down shit we need
feelin'

Every time I come around
Shawty love me down
Run off on me like click clack
Mu gun out like take that
She make it do what it do when we doing
feelin'

Every time I come around
Shawty love me down
Run off on me like click clack
Mu gun out like take that
She make it do what it do when we doing
grow into a choir of colliding horns that go click click clack
In territorial syntax
Sitting on the porch with his lids pinned back
Pinball wiz in