作词 : J. Brown/S. Mckenzie/V. Brown/A. Criss/K. Gist/W. Mitchell/K. McKenzie/C. Sherell
 作曲 : J. Brown/S. Mckenzie/V. Brown/A. Criss/K. Gist/W. Mitchell/K. McKenzie/C. Sherell
Written by ：Keir Lamont Gist/Anthony Shawn Criss/Vincent "vinnie"Brown/James Brown/Charles E.Sherrell/Kevin Harold Mckenzie/Shawn Mckenzie/P.Mitchell
The C R U D D Y the C L I C K
It's texture pure terror a street professor aggressor scale and measure
Clever compressor stretching salary stacks be running blocks as a
Factory
Structure capture the raw product I manufacture fracture critic chatter
N**ga catcher as I blast a cop matter capsule shatter scatter midnight
Disasters clips I rather gather then flip for what I'm after now and
Forever money makes things better at a regular gets me jewelry b**ches
Bankcards cars and competitors proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya
Puzzled see trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle
Booda bop boom bam bink bick bow bookow ratatat klack klick klick
Kow klick kow put brains with muscle hear a crew of guys utilize they
Skills bang out hang out slang out work and hustle flip techniques
Over
Boogie bangin'beats a street fleet with Moet Dank and freaks in
Twenty separate suite I'm servin'd**e lyrics holding weight just like
Chris Weber a warrior from golden state and I conjure up raps I bet
You
Don't know any they be hitting like that brick that smacked Reginald
Denny
Collects cash n'checks on a jet to meet
The next client as I arrive at
L A X
I'm up early so I catch my phlegm spit step
Then stash the stem 10clips
In ten sh*t bottles are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked
Wit
Protection see x again tools ta fry and unified like mexicans but if
Sh*t
Is slow in comin'a fiend that's one thing that's when you see twenty
N**gas running to one fiend
Yo black tops I got that yellow high for hours buy
From me now or next
Time I swear I'll sell you flour
I got dreams of getting a 98or a caddy
Living fatty plus I got a little man calling me daddy my lady and little
Man they need me and I need 'em
I gotta see em and please 'em but first
Of all clothe and feed 'em so we can see freedom
Even if I jeopardize my time
And life while I'm in this game I'm making sure that mine is right from
The beginning to the end it's dividend to the end
So I like to hang out
And
Hustle wit my friends
Well it's Friday night and the weekend's here all that partying sh*t
Must take a seat to the rear
Instead of f**kin'wit those phony ghetto chicks I'd rather be movin'my
Clips with my homies on the bricks my fingers stay hard my hands stay
Full of ash my fingernail stay dirty that's from burying my stash
Fiends are bummin'money's comin'to say the least but I'm out there
Flippin'clips feeding the belly of the beast it's first of the month
Money's comin all day all night and too many going for theirs I'm
Cuttin'
Sales off with my bike now with my n**gaz in session we freestyle
Rhyme
Reminiscing moving that sh*t 20's of clips at a time