Click Bang - Three 6 Mafia

CLICK!

Bang bang

CLICK!

Bang bang to yo' motherfuckin brain ho

I told them haters «Hate on!», and Three 6 Mafia strong

Stronger than ever ever since they’ve been gone, I’ve been better

FUCK THEM FAKERS and them tag-along fakers

Smilin in my face but got my enemy on your MySpace

I can’t understand how these niggas live with theyself

Deal with theyself, what they need to do is kill theyself

BLAOW!

Suicide — that’s a good rationale

At your funeral for free, I play the piano

Rest in pieces you niggas sweet like Reese’s

Got mo' crosses than churches, heart smaller than a fetus

You need us, you’re nuttin, you’re zero, you’re zip, you’re nada

I’m 22 on the Rolls, you the hubcaps on the Impala

I’mma creep up on this fool, put this gun to his head

Tell him give me all your jewelry, all your dope, all your bread

All the coke that you brought in, the weed that you brought in

And if I can’t get answers, say hello, to my lil' friend

You fakin like you ball and brawl and shotcall

I’m that fool that break jaws and all the state laws

Stupid rappers get your check, buy rims and what’s next?

Need to get a place to live, a crib, cause you ain’t shit

With your mix-tapes, niggas hate, say they real, but they ain’t

Catch them somewhere face to face, then they run from place to place

Club hoppin', mall shoppin', gettin' hot, sales droppin

Now you wanna sober up and tell these niggas you got fucked