Sheek Louch - Clickety Clank (Dissin G-Unit) lyrics

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Sheek Louch - Clickety Clank (Dissin G-Unit) lyrics

{M-M-Mario?} (Sheek Louch) Aiyyo Poobs hit me n***a (hit me n***a) Okay! (Aiyyo where my beer at son?) f** it son, let's go in Aiyyo clickety clank, that "Piggy Bank" sh** is garbage I thought it'd be harder than that I thought G-Unit n***as worked harder than that I mean most of the sh**, that I'm hearin is wack Young Buck hang on lah, I like the dude But it's war and any day I'll eat your food Lloyd Banks took Fab whole style, like you ain't know All you missin is his chipped tooth smile And homey I ain't never gon' respond to you I don't care what you say or what the f** you do You don't deserve no raps (nah) Take your old a** home and take a nap, you garbage n***a Ha ha, y'all not scary, don't the artists come from Yonkers I know you wasn't talkin 'bout Mary (woo) You diesel f*gs, stay in the car And go G-G-G-G, all day in your sports bra I'm in the hood dick 'Member the place you used to come to, when your sh** went brick (The hood n***a!) Before Eminem ever heard the sh** you kick When you could walk around without none of your clique I don't care about your money dawg, no hatin either We can do this all day and I don't need a breather I want you to shut us down, how that sound? My name too strong you clown Guaranteed it's the can of worms You might wan' put the top back on, 'fore your a** get germs Back then n***as wanted us to air y'all out I said nah I kinda like what them n***as about Before I knew about the rattin Before you locked up half of Manhattan, Irv and his boys Before you ran around in them bulletproof toys I thought you was a "Problem Child" I see n***as turn b**h when the sh** get wild, ha ha Yo ten mill' n***a, or twenty mill' sold (it don't matter) You 'bout to lose the n***as that's gold I explode on homey I like bein out but I unload on homey, let's keep this peace dawg Cause you and me both got them big ol' heats dawg Hahahaha That's how you rap right? f** outta here n***a Your sh** garbage B You don't sound Southern motherf**er That fake-a** laugh and sh** You do that laugh so n***as don't see you cryin n***a D-Block b**h You f**ed up now, you know you done f**ed up now Sheek Louch what'chu gon' say b**h?! Woo! It's nothin Aiyyo Game, whattup my n***a? You know what it is already Henchmen whattup daddy? Yeah Whatever whatever n***a, we right here man Heh, let's go

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