[Intro: DJ Squeeky]
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Willett Klick

[Verse 1: The Willett Klick]
Been around for 22 years now I´m heading it to 23
N***as try to fuck me in the game
I ain´t going G
So do watch my back
I pack a gat that´s loaded to extreme
N***as think I´m faking
Why don´t you test me and see what I mean
Cause it´s kinda hard when you [?] by the city streets
Suckers don´t speak if you´re weak knowing talk is cheap
Stay about your hustle if you´re real when you´re clocking green
Shaking them bones shooting them tones breaking a bitch with this scheme
Busters in the game
Let them hang like a fucking rope
Talking shit and make me switch into O.J. and cut your throat
Bitches on a mission don´t you journey through my neighborhood
Fucking for cash flicking your ass I´m known to whip a bitch good
Get on about your business if you like the fucking life you life
Fucking with this pimpin I have you limping or you might get killed
So weak about the game when your brain is blown out on the curve
When the smoke clears I be standing here it will be just the word
Out a n***as mouth when they are reminiscing over your ass
Suckers in the picture don´t fall victim to the nine blast
If you think you are bigger than my trigger then you die hoe
Stepping to your grave when you are sprayed to the fucking floor
Fuck All Y´all
[Verse 2: [?] ]
`Cause I´m that low down n***a who approaches these busters nice
And like I care I show some love I [?] inside
To get you bitches killed your family everybody dies
I know you´d do the same I´m living in a world of lies
Don´t trust no motherfuckers ´cause these suckers steady tray
I know the end is coming so I got´s to get away
Away from all these suckers [?]
Ain´t scared of death you step you meet this fucking bullet bang
I choose the hobby robbing, slaying bodies in the mask
I feel the change the range the psychopath you bitches feel the pain
I doubt the devil be a friend for me up in this world
So young [?] my mind all the suckers look like twelve
You hoes ain´t save remember what I said them bitches reported the kidnapping
Put the bodies in my closet
And now it starts to stank I hit the dank and now it´s time you bitches die
Feel the presence of that body walking through me when I´m high
Fuck you suckers fuck you busters ´cause my trigger has no pull
The click I´m known for damaging leaving these bitches full of slugs
Fuck All Y´all

[Verse 3: The Willett Klick]
Busters flodging dodging all my bullets
Suckers running Willetts´s gunning this ain´t funny about my money yes there´s a player coming
Blasting bitches taking riches dumping bodies of in ditches
Whoop you bad with this thang now you need some fucking stitches
Taking mine breaking n***as off with this bloody Glock
Evil shit stays in my head
Bitch I know this [?]
Catch up with your kind
Tell this stupid shit to my nine
Ratatata on your ass
Now you fucking made me cry
I ain´t got no love
Steaming blood
Keep the 6´2 height sawed off right between your eyes
Damn right you die tonight
Riding with some killers with the n***as ain´t take no shit
Pumping out these [?]
So come into my world where hustlers, [?], hoes can´t stand a chance
If you want to step now watch a real n***a blast that ass
Keep the heat beside of me
[?] to my jealousy
Suckers hate to see me ball
Fuck All Y´all
[Outro: Tommy Wright III, [?] ]
What´s up n***a
Ey what´s up
Shit fucking with thangs
Who is this?
One man gang Tommy Wright III
Ohh
You´re surprised ey? What´s up
Ohh haha
I ain´t [?] them out
Ey welcome back home
Yeah back on the streets, Ten Wanted Man to the world ey
Can you, ah, I just got a little time, can you chronically [?] that uh went down? What yall doin?
Some of my n***as in ten Wanted Men got killed in another shootout
These Tommy haters accused that it was a gangbang or what the fuck they´ve been talking about
On my last tape Dead or Alive we told the world
No Bloods no crips no Vice Lords just pimps
So once again I got to get the record straight
The One Man Gang Tommy Wright III nor Ten wanted Men along with members of Street Smart Records
Don´t belong in damn of these gangs
So quit believing in everything yall hear in these streets
And before I go [?], I want you to do me a favor
Leave these Tommy haters with something to think about
I´m gone
The best thing about business is minding your own
Class dismissed