Click Clack

A lot of rap niggas be try to play hard

I was tought only reach place

When I lift the shirt dats the end of discussion

Click Clack mutha f**kaz I ain't try to hear that

They call me Nicholas style defined as ridiculous

I beg your pardon meet me at the garden

No 1 draft I'm NewYork's pick

And I don't lose like them dudes on the NewYork knicks check it)

I'm over seas rocking hella capris

I'm in the west indies eating delacasies I tell them

They want cain like erica please

Brother your money young like goverment cheese

Dese broke rappers always rapping about a pink truck

I'm only happy when I hoping out the brincks truck

And I don't need a 16 I got a sentence

I goes on a f**k a like an entrance

Dese old b**ches better change they denture

When I get in the game they go play the benches

F**k your friendship pay attention

B**ch get at me I'm a pay my henchmen

A lot of rap niggas be try to paly hard

I was tought only reach place

When I lift the shirt thats the end of discussion

Click Clcak mutha f**kaz I ain't tryn to hear nothing

They call me Maraj F**k you and f**k your squad

Head b**ch in charge I ain't talkin bout da tod

I'm on the other line & I ain't talking about call waiting

I'm VIP lil mama I just walk string

Lil Dolce and Gabanna got This bul hating

Thats I pop up in the porch with the top vacant

Mami stop faking talking about what you got

You ain't got nothing & your not caking

Your not my taste get out ofmy face

I play the top like eight friends on your myspace

Stay in a childs place Check the timing

I rock b**ches like they throwing up the diamond

You on a flight I be baking on islands

Mami your accent sound faker then Dylan

Murda them Murda them

F**k a competition

Already murda them

A lot of rap niggas be try to paly hard

I was tought only reach place

When I lift the shirt thats the end of discussion

Click Clcak mutha f**kaz I ain't try to hear nothing

They call me Nicki M hard to find me in a sticky gin

I play the club with a thug and sum pretty friend

And if they ain't got the gat they got the knife on

Your too wack to get up on one of your song

You gotta deal cause youu was given up the coochie prolly

But I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallie

And you'll be gonna to November like Wyclef

I hold wieght & I ain't talking about Biceps

I rep Queens like the crown

When I'm in the town ask Young Joc it's going down

Kisses to my b**ches and my niggas getta pound

June turn me up mic check how about that

B**ches don't know the half like they flucked at math

Give a f**k about a b**ch and the clique she with

Unless you doing them numbaz like arithmetic

Young nic holla back and turn up my shy

A lot of rap niggas be try to play hard

I was tought only reach place

When I lift da shirt thats the end of discussion

Click Clcak mutha f**kaz I ain't try to hear nothing