Clutch Songtext / Lyric

I'm the type of nigga you need in the clutch

Anybody disrespecting the brand they get touched

Def Squad, Wu we coming through can't you tell a

Bunch of niggas walking down the block like it's Selma

But we strapped with an automat'

Just in case they act up we fighting back

Sorry Martin

I ain't the one startin'

I'm home chillin'

I gotta cook and do homework with my children

But I'm back at it, rhyme and beat makin'

This dope like a habit, these cats got to have it

The MP breakdown, I'm beatin' on the tablet

I ain't lettin' no one breathe go ask [?]

Enoughs enough, the stuff ya'll releasin'

Had to call Method Man up to start beastin'

Everybody scared to speak up

What you afraid of, you don't wanna get beat up?

Fuck it, you suck, I said it

Ease up, I'm not Tyson but it hit you it freeze ups

Schwarzenegger

I got a cop lady-friend that gave me a tazer

So I'm gon go to jail for life for killing a hater

So while I'm in the streets I'm getting paper

Lockin' down the blocks don't fuck around and get shot homie

Duke you soft, comforter

These chicks ain't loyal my homeboy, he humpin' her

Fuck Ya'll



I'm the type of nigga you need in the clutch

Anybody disrespecting the brand they get touched

Def Squad, Wu we coming through can't you tell a

Bunch of niggas walking down the block like it's Selma

But we strapped with an automat'

Just in case they act up we fighting back

Sorry Martin

I ain't the one startin'

I'm home chillin'

I gotta cook and do homework with my children

METH



E, check they persona non grata

Prizing in the game one nada

I guzzle Ghost Lager

You still a 40 thief, ali baba

Corner store robber I feel sorry for your mama

I'm a menace, a monster

Meth lab chemist with the contra, no limit

They only see murder they ain't in it

Imposters, pop one minute then they mobsters

We get it

Pretend it went pop or it's hot, love pretendin'

I ain't playin' the fun ended

Still not a player like Big Pun

No pun intended

We in these tenements, big guns second a minute

Gives you the right to bear one, I recommend it

You timid, here's a middle finger, you finished

This other middle finger's for anybody offended

Them gimmicks, see I spot 'em just like a blemish

I criticize the image, cause everybody's a critic



I'm the type of nigga you need in the clutch

Anybody disrespecting the brand they get touched

Def Squad, Wu we coming through can't you tell a

Bunch of niggas walking down the block like it's Selma

But we strapped with an automat'

Just in case they act up we fighting back

Sorry Martin

I ain't the one startin'

I'm home chillin'

I gotta cook and do homework



Yo, welcome everyone to my thoughts

I carry the hammer like judge in court

The streets them gone wild

Right through the cannabis plant

And when I chant every verse you can actually see the sound cloud

Wow

Redman you done grown up

Grown man do grown man shit what you expect

Rap and drug dealing, the same thing

The strength depends on yo' connects

I was taught well

Never wrote a verse sittin' in a cell

But I'm cold wid' it, a little sickle in his cell

Chicks love a nigga they trippin' on his cell

And I tell 'em my album out, hit me with a sale

My bruh said when I rap, talk to 'em

I said cool I might as well, harpoon 'em

I got a gun from x boxing on

Women and step kids they gotta duck when the step pops

That's why I'm international

Tryna' turn up and get beat down

This is hip hop

You wanna walk in my shoes, I'm like

Pardon you I got Jordans on, and them are flip flops



I'm the type of nigga you need in the clutch

Anybody disrespecting the brand they get touched

Def Squad, Wu we coming through can't you tell a

Bunch of niggas walking down the block like it's Selma

But we strapped with an automat'

Just in case they act up we fighting back

Sorry Martin

I ain't the one startin'

I'm home chillin'

I gotta cook and do homework with my children