Frayser Click

[Verse 1: Mad Maine]
Frayser Click in the house for the niggy-nine-trey
Back by request, it's the nigga that you love to hate
That's me, M-A-D M-A-motherfuckin'-INE
Grabbin' my Glock, what's up, say hi to my little friend
DJ Sound in the house, motherfuckin' dough [?]
Player 1, Player 2 takin' out the fuckin' heat
[?] crime rate, that's the shit I'm talkin' about
Scandalous, handle it, puttin' my gat up in yo mouth
Lunatic finna click, so you better run and hide
Criminal have a suit, now you know I drive-by
[?] fuck you, and I'm fuckin' this
[?], Frayser Click fuckin' shit

[Verse 2: Bloody Bones]
Ganker, forget yo ass stanged
Hit yo crew for my pockets' due
Let's go out on the stang and work
Shit is gettin' thick now as the Frayser Click is in this bitch
Player 1 & Player 2 down with the motherfuckin' crew
MC Money and Gangsta Gold
Stalkin' with the yalk on these no good dirty hoes, close range
Put it to a nigga brain, quick to start a chiefin', mane
Down with the pimpin' game, and the sissy's trifflin', mane
Shoot a nigga ass with the twelve gauge
Take this slaw to the hell, and put his body in the grave
I'm straight deathbound nigga outta Frayser
Tryna pop-game on me, nigga, and I'ma have the pleasure
Pimpin' gangster shit
But that's what's up, get buck
Motherfuckin' Frayser Click

[Verse 3: Player 1]
High as a mink coat, I'm bumpin' that Isley
[?], so all these suckers don't suprise me
Usin' my head, I makin plenty of the money
And if these folks come in, they shall comin' to know me
I was all about the money since the day I was born
Ridin' now whenever you call me on the horn
Clockin' nonstop, [?]
I got to front this muffin, yo, a busta, I bailed
Ridin' in the 'Crest, in a short dog Cadillac
I see big locs, I'm tellin' him that's my stuff, and then jumpin' back
Eatin' at Melanie's, and commitin' felonies
Quit the game, everyone keeps tellin' me to quit
No, 'cause I'm whole with the Frayser Click

[Interlude: DJ Sound]
Yeah, what's up?
Yeah, we got Kee-Wee on the motherfucker, mane

[Verse 4: Kee-Wee]
This shit is too thick
Bitch got me clickin', clickin' on you stupid trick
Hoes talkin' shit and get slapped when it's gettin' thick
Frayser is the set that I claim, mane
Nigga's get to buckin' so rough, nigga's gonna shoot them thangs
Fuck around, [?] around, fuckin' with a killer
It's the ana' for you sissy ho, drop it off, suck my dick
You wanna run up? Understand, mane, whatever
Put money and murder together, and see what you'll get
Every motherfucker that really don't give's a shit
Kickin' ass real fast, down with the Frayser Click

[Verse 5: Lil Bay]
This is The Baysta, checkin' in strong, on the microphone
Chillin' with the Click, in the M-Town's [?]
Straight outta Frayser, young conin' ass nigga
Ready to pull the motherfuckin' TEC trigger
And blast yo ass to the past, G
And that's what you get for fuckin' with me
See, it's the Click, so thick we got the warning label
You fuck with us, and the all comes fadin'
And bitches don't stand a chance with a real nigga
You're just some ass with a face of a killer
So, back up off me, [?spit out the coffee?]
Before you come fuckin' with me and the Click
'Cause I'm with that real shit
And I'm down with the motherfuckin' Click

[Verse 6: Dirty Red]
Wannabe-a-hustler, nigga, never trust-ah
Nigga like me, 'cause my name is Dirty R-E-fuckin'-D
Down with the Frayser Click, 'cause this shit is gettin' thick
Makin' niggas drop it off, makin' them be flat-foot slit
"Drop it off, ho", that's what I be yellin'
In my mind, all the time I'm thinkin' of bailin'
From the scene, with the cash, [?], mane
Thinkin' about the motherfuckin' devilish stang

[Verse 7: MC Money]
'Bout my hog killin', that's what I intend to be
Takin' out you bitches if you tryna fuck with me
We got the tone to yo dome, it's what a nigga do
Watch yo back, rat-at-at-at-ah, 'cause I'm a kill you
Stick 'em high, lay 'em low, that's the way, ho
Takin' care of mine, that's the way I livin' off
With the Glock on my side, I'm killin' niggas quick
'Cause I'm that type of a nigga that's all about that pimp shit
Prepare to break and run when you hear the shot, mane
Because a nigga behind the trigger's wanna everythang
And when I'll pull the trigger, I'm 'bout to take you bitches out
'Cause that's what's ruggish motherfucker have to think about

[Verse 8: Gangsta Gold]
This Gangsta Gold, and you're 'bout to catch a bullet, bitch
I'm peelin' caps, oh my nigga, you can't fuck with
Puttin' niggas on the pressure with my MAC-10
Funky hoes, watch yo back, 'cause I'm creepin
In the Cut, with my Gat, like a psychopath
You surrender when the bullet lead off yo ass
Leave the scene of a crime, 'cause I gotta split
'Cause I'm that type of a nigga that kill, and I gank quick
Takin' bitches out, packin' every nine rounds
Makin' redrum for a boy-ah 'cause they're bullet bound
I'm on a mission, and my gun clicks constantly
So when I kill, it's the criminal inside of me
Now watch yo back, be prepared for the hit, mane
Go get yo backup, 'cause we take no shit and
Straight outta 'Crest, and you know this shit is thick
Double G MC, down with the Click