Текст (слова) песни: Screwed Up Click f H.A.W.K., Chris Ward - Bang Bang

 
[Intro] 
Bang-bang, I shot you down bang-bang 
You hit the ground bang-bang 
That awful sound, bang-bang 
I use to shoot you down 
 
[H.A.W.K.] 
Bang-bang, all that remains is a splattered brain 
Chizzle your frame, and blood gushing from you veins 
We bust them thangs, that rearrange your whole frame 
And inflict pain, like a venomous snakes fangs 
H.A.W.K. is the nickname, H.A.W.K. therefor is sick mayn 
And when I aim, just get low like Ying-Yang 
And if you`re in my range, while I`m in my Range 
You better switch lanes, and dash like Dame 
I`m like John Wayne, without a saddle mayn 
I tear up thangs, the force of a hurricane 
You think it`s a game, then go on let your nuts hang 
Call my bluff, and you gon see your cuts mayn 
Blood on your Chucks mayn, I don`t give a fuck mayn 
I`m not young, but I do want the bucks mayn 
Fire up the dutch mayn, fired in the clutch mayn 
And just remember, anybody can be touched mayn 
I`m like Big Daddy Kane, ain`t no half stepping 
Cause I keep a weapon, and it`s a Smith-N-Wesson 
I keep my heat on me, like I.D. 
Bust a few shots, you hooked to an IV 
So don`t try me, or you will die G 
And one thang bout me, is I don`t lie G 
Don`t jump fly G, or try to act crazy 
Cause that will only have you, lying under daisies 
Mama screaming out, what happened to my baby 
Our sympathies go out, to your T-Lady 
 
[Chris Ward] 
You see I grind full time, and I rhyme on my off days 
In a red patent leather colored Coupe, and the top is soft grey 
All you hating ass haters, best to back up off me 
If not I know where to do it, my glock faulty 
And round here, man they call me C dot W 
If I ain`t got no love for ya, ain`t no sense in mugging ya 
I just pull out, and toss a couple slugs at ya 
With a warranty, that nine out of ten`ll end up in ya 
I got a aim, so superb when I spit 
It`s like my flow pattern, have you ever heard when I spit 
I`m so correct with it, I must connect with it 
Hit your chest back head, and then your neck with it 
See I`m the truth lil` dude, just ask these niggaz 
They could be driving in they ride, and I could be walking 
Ten miles behind, and I still pass these niggaz 
Like a bad accident, I`m bout to crash these niggaz 
At the lyrics cemetery, is where they gon have to stash these niggaz 
And yeah-yeah, it`s C-Ward the B.Gizzle of the click 
That`ll dump a clip at ya, till I hurt or burn a click 
Click-click-click, uh-huh 
And reload, and do it all over again my nigga 
Click-click-click (blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka) 
Click-click-click (blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka) 
Click-click-click (blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka-blucka)
 

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