Intro:
 118  Cruddy Click  Naughty By Nature  the Rottin' Razkals  the Road Dawgs

 1 2 3 I'm up to bat so pitch me an MC so I can get ill
 And knock his ass into left field
 I'm still a body bruisin' master
 Dat some ole' evil little bastard get fast and I'll outcast ya
 Like port huh we on some ole' new shit my click is hip hop it
 5 6 we hit cha from the bricks back the fuck up like Onyx said
 Don't make me act the fuck up I'm known to have a hot head
 Hey call me the mud city mangler the nigger neck yolk tangler
 A star spangler boogie banger

 Rottin' Razklas
 118 on the scene I'm representin'
 And if I ain't punchin' and thumpin' I'm stompin'
 And kickin'' in nigga take a step back
 It ain't even all that nigga catch a cap
 If ya don't wanna brawl jack
 Guzzle down a 40 till I'm all full
 Take another hit of the dirl with a long pull
 I gets blitzed outta proper state of mind
 When me and my click searchin' for trouble to find

 No he didn't but I'll you

 Hook:
 I tell you what good with deez some and the how
 Cause that's why I stays with my klickow klickow (x2)

 Right out the alleys of Cali
 Not eh balley straight out the hood is the notorious one
 Hitter quitter skull splitter triggers from Inglewood

 Watch us bring wreck quick
 Road Dawgs the next kick
 Pluggin' you jugular vein it pour like rain when ya neck whip

 235 thick
 Ingelwood Illtown click

 Low hot off the bricks trot off or get shot off in the mix

 Boobie and Luvchild staying trues paying dues

 Madmen with ten millimeter heaters sprayin' fools
 And slaying crews

 Who wanna tangle get caught up and dangled yoked and strangle

 In a fight straight soldiers swingin' pipes from every angle

 Keep my hand on the nitty glock fifty
 Swift with my tool to lift any fool that wanna fuck with me

 Don't sleep on Jersey nor California shit is grimmy trim ya limb
 Blood and phlegm is all on him after we warn ya
 It's curtains kids certain things we won't allow
 Cause that how we stand with ours klickow klickow

 Treach:
 Word to the mother my mother was the only checkin' mines
 So motherfuck your mother's father if he step like mines
 Swift kicking cocks I hit spots and blocks
 So listen pops then I'll miss you like I miss measles
 Mumps plus fuckin' chicken pox
 Givin' props to all the Old school that paved the way
 Plus zero I fear no hero you think will up and save the day hey
 Three letters describing that ass here's a clue
 S-C-K the only thing missing is you
 Excuse up's excuse um you've yet to lose one two ton
 Crews son doing more then leaving bruised gums
 Try it riot I'll roll quiet you'll never catch the trap
 Cause I ain't the the the that to flap the yap
 A black alley cats can catch my back
 And to that and these scrap
 Back to back wreck to wreck and wreck necks
 Of macks fake macks break their necks to say I take that back
 You see it used to be a time you rolled with shanks and friends
 But nowadays we roll in fuckin' tanks with rims
 That's how it go that's how we roll pow!
 Cause that's how I stand with mine klickow klickow

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 Gutta Nigga and I Face Finsta the two man cruddy collision
 Illtown's villian that's wanted for some niggas killin'
 Keep my material similar to a serial killer
 Peeling cats check my stats ain't no nigga iller

 Now here I go with the klick klacks the Tatter rat ta ta tat tats patter
 pat
 Pats to better brat packs
 I'm airing shit out like DAT
 Jack it's judgement day and I'm seenin' is human beings
 Got cha fleein' word to me Mook Daddy and Little Steven

 Comin' straight form the top notch of hip hop
 Niggas gather round to the sound that nigga from the gutta not
 Kick that slang talk explain why ya can't walk
 It ain't my fault ya hit a flip and couldn't sommersault
 I'm on a route with my nigga on some new shit
 Flowin' with that music nigga WON'T YOU USE IT
 To your advantage if you could manage the damage
 I'm handing when ya get the fuckin' mic it leave ya hands branded

 Ya backwards ass assborn assbackwards
 Coming out feet first and getting drugged into this next verse
 On the contrary I'm not ya ordinatry adversary
 That's secondary I leave ya floatin' like a fuckin' ferry
 Advancing my chances and ya retreatin'
 From the beatin' ya seekin'
 Fuckin' with me and feel your fluids leakin'

 On time for too much tough talk
 Nigga walk and keep walking
 Fore I take ya tongue and make you stop talking

 I'll meet ya at death's gate when a nigga took a step late
 Jacked 'em for his place he set up shot in the next state

 Yo zapping all the zip zags not that all the zig zag
 Shot 'em in the stomach now he's living out a shit bag

 Ha ha ha fag couldn't fuck with a nigga with nine rounds
 A rugged Cruddy Click from the guttas of Illtown

 This ain't a rap along clap along song son my shit is on
 With more thong then Janet with her panties on
 Ya best to get it out the way boy
 The two slickest to ever kick it now klickow klickow

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