4 My Click (street) Lyrics - Singles - Ca$h Money Click

[ INTRO: Mic Geronimo ] 

Yeah yeah 

'94 style 

Ca$h Money Click 

Representin 

Ja Rule 

Nemesis 

Chris Black 

Get money 

[ VERSE 1: Nemesis ] 

Ca$h Money Click flips like acrobats over tracks 

Summersaultin on DATs and dropped off wax 

Surprise, it's the nigga with the red eyes 

I stay high with infrared seein through all y'all small guys 

Niggas get nervous, got sweat in your palms 

I predict more downfall than Sly Stone's moms 

The fugitive runnin, crazed nigga with the knife 

Ill trife, got muthafuckas runnin for they life 

Totin down off of herbs and a forty 

Recollect enough styles up in my ???? with my shortie 

Who got, the shit that's hot (the Click) 

I'm on the block, we're guardin spots, rockin niggas' knots 

So check us like illogic, some say I'm sinister 

Sizzling, in the summertime when I be settin the 

Subliminals, going through your mentals 

Fuckin niggas' heads up, leavin em in critical 

[ CHORUS: Mic Geronimo ] 

It's for my Click, nigga, nothin but my Click, and 

It's for my Click, nigga, nothin but my Click, and 

It's for my Click, nigga, nothin but my Click, and 

It's for my Click, nigga, Ca$h Money Click 

(I represent my click like a four-pound) --> Keith Murray 

[ VERSE 2: Chris Black ] 

Shit is fucked up and it gets worse everyday 

That's why we sling rocks and all relate with them A.K.'s 

Straight reachin to all them niggas hustlin on the blocks 

Packin em glocks, sayin muthafuck the cops 

Lleyo's a street nigga's main occupation 

Caught sleep in the game, the morgue's your destination 

So go ahead with your badself, nigga 

I'm knockin dicks in the dirt with this one finger 

Wine be fine, what the fuck, so is crime, nigga 

Roll a zhigge zhigge and blaze on the trigger, nigga 

Show no shame when you're caught up in this game 

Maintain, but never strain flow with the blow 

Cause in this trade you're full of tricks and surprises 

Downfall and rises, the Click enterprises 

Settin for nothin less, why fess? 

Ain't no turnin back, get caught up in this bloody mess 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ VERSE 3: Ja Rule ] 

Big shouts to my thug niggas, worldwide 

Peace to the East Side, West Side, nigga riiiiide.. 

Check out the way it's goin down in the underground 

The Click is packin four-pounds 

A full pressure, nothin settlin for less 

Eliminatin stress, 550 for a Tec 

Now it's time to move, stick and stack 

Nemesis, Black, keep your hand on your gat 

Cause it'is like that, the ghetto's been good but it's rugged 

True to the game, muthafucka, I'ma thug it 

And make it happen, on stage or in the streets 

Put down your micro rhymin ?????? beats 

If your shit's real all you fake niggas know the deal 

Steal a bone from a dog and your cap get peeled 

By CMC, RIP, emergency 

All praise is due to Ja Rule and Ca$h Money 

[ CHORUS ] 

[ OUTRO: Mic Geronimo ] 

Yeah yeah 

Uknowmsayin? 

3 brand new ways 

To get nothin but money 

Ha-ha 

Yeah yeah 

One love 

[ CHORUS ] 

Yeah (yeah) 

Muthafucka (muthafucka