(feat. Pusha T)

[Chorus - Slim Thug]

I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting
So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack mother$#&@ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!

Click clack mother$#&@ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!

[Verse - Slim Thug]

When snitch ^!$$%z give police clues to watch
Well I'm a give them !@$)got ^!$$%z news to watch
My trigger blow ^!$$%z out they shoes and socks

I guarantee I won't miss you if I use the dot
I'm Slim Thugga mother$#&@er! best respect my G!
Or they gon say they name after R.I.P

How dare you #~!!@ ^!$$%z' tissue slugs bout me
Cause then I'm a get to show ya how thug I be!
And I don't give a !#@* what set you claim

They got rich ^!$$%z that blow out brains
Just cause you from the projects don't mean you hard
Most of them hoods y'all repping ain't seen you broads!


[Chorus - Slim Thug]
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting

So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack mother$#&@ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
Click clack mother$#&@ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing now!

Don't make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya! ya hear me?!
Don't make me pull it on ya! on ya! on ya!


[Verse - Pusha T]
Big home, big car, big jewelry
Whispers in the street, all the talk of robbery

Ain't no Quad Studio, Tupac and P
For every watch there's a glock, come shop with me
Hood DVDs the closest you get to TV

BE or MT, the whole world done see me
VH1 Behind the Scenes, there's bout to be a three-peat
So keep on rewinding your part and others try and defeat me

Strap like the movie, better yet the sequel
Strap Before Rap, we'll call that the prequel
I told ya wit the pen, there shall be none equal

But since he ain't write it, that makes him more lethal! UUSSSHH!!

[Chorus]


[verse - Slim Thug]
I was taught only reach for the heat if you busting

So when lift this shirt that's the end of discussion
Click clack mother$#&@ers! - I ain't trying to hear nothing!
If you smart you gon hit the ground running and ducking

A lot of rap ^!$$%z be trying to play hard
Knowing damn well that they lying and they fraud
They talk that hard %#@! when somebody press record

When there's beef in the streets they run to their body guard
I'm still a hood ^!$$%, you can catch me on the block
And when I'm the club you can catch me wit the glock

I know them jackas plotting trying to catch me wit a knot
But we gon see if them laws can come catch me when he's shot


[Chorus]