Click Clack Da Hol' 9 (Ft. Lil Jon)

[Lil' Jon Talking]
YEAH! check this out (what's up?)
You bout to witness, some real muthafuckin game (okay)
All the way from the muthafuckin STL (okay)
Wit ya boy Lil' Jon (YEAH!) that's me nigga (uh-huh)
ATL, its goin' down, Kemo (YEAH!), my nigga Kaos (YEAH!)
So spit that muthafuckin real shit for these bitch ass niggas (uh uh)

Hook [1- Kemo 2- Kaos] (x2)
1- Click clack, click clack goes the AK
2- You know mo get left in the urr, yes'ir yes'ir so uh
1- It's pistol play, every day, all daaaaay
2- There's too many niggas that I know from the block
Get knocked and uh..

[Verse 1: Kemo]
I'm a, grinda fuck off my dick
I'm a, reach back slap the fuck out my bitch
Dump rounds, watch shells jump the fuck out the clip
36 ounces on the scale, chop the fuck out a brick
Damnit I'm sick, watch me while I handle my shit
Eat bitch niggas for breakfast like ham and my grits
Rollin them bole, cross me and I'm smokin yo ho
Just because I live out here there ain't no control of the MO
Holdin the fo', fo' cock it back then I blow
The brains out the other side of yo 'fro
Muthafucka because you jivin them mo'
Bend over, you know that I'm the pride of the M.O
Jump out the bushes like "surprise" on the mo
We on yo block, with the cake and no need for no Glock
It's a hatin I receivin yo spot
I just wanna be yo cut so muthafuckin bad my dick ain't hard
I spray AK Allay, 45 hundred tips off in yo jaw bitch