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Tytuł: Clap

  • Wykonawca: Mobb Deep
  • Wy¶wietleń: 180
clap
  mm-hm
  
  [Havoc]
  yo
  some niggas need the henny to endure the drama
  all I need is informtion on your crib and armour
  when it comes to creepin niggas know that I'm the father
  need guns get your own gas and never charter
  like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther
  pull strings have you gettin clapped and things
  my gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring
  any nigga threatenin my life's a done deal
  watch a bitch get her filll then she snitch and squeal
  blow a nigga have em leakin to the court of appeal
  serchin for Hav is like a search through fog
  how you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue
  niggas wanna spread their wings then I'm clippin em off
  niggas wanna spread rumours I shoot their mouth off (uh-huh uh-huh)
  and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
  
  [Havoc]
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
  
  [Prodigy]
  yo yo
  you bout to be another dead rapper but who know
  maybe its us, maybe its them other crews
  we'll see, til then,
  all I know is how to get the guns in
  and give it to a nigga good when he startin
  fuck that, fuck y'all, fuck all of this shit
  you better protect that bar, i'll murder that kid
  you got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin
  all you get is standin ovation with mack 10's
  ?? and more shit we applaud it
  niggas runnin wit cops, scared to go to war with
  some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards
  from gettin at this nigga, pardon my force
  you better get from around that nigga or you catchin it too
  your power is no match for my strength of wolves
  nigga we came into this game on this drama shit
  more money more murder thats how we live it
  more diamonds more guns is the beginnin
  more of this gangsta shit can wear you out
  niggas see my gold max and you went all out (uh-huh uh-huh)
  i clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
  
  [Havoc]
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
  
  [Havoc]
  degree in drama knowledge
  you nigga just pay the homage
  you niggas should be abolished
  for that rappin ass garbage
  to me, you just a target, easy to hit
  with that loud bark stevie wonder couldn't even miss
  then its 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin hit
  and ripped, like a whole bitch, by the vultures
  rusty ass germs niggas already know this
  kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with
  prada'd up, gucci'd up, died on some fly shit
  regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga
  any nigga kill you your man to the pen shit
  so fuck niggas they ain't on my level cos I been did it
  talk about cliques most infamous run with it
  catch your body's ??, most niggas sick with it
  and clap a nigga in the first degree
  
  [Prodigy]
  aiyyo fall back, step back, we built to last
  get back, move back, this is that smash
  this is that murder you niggas get bucked
  your image gets shattered your bitches get fucked
  we Mobb Deep anytime we stomp niggas out
  or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out
  how heavy it plays out, you niggas is assed out
  take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down
  so we wildin, for two thousand and two poundin
  any nigga out runnin with their mouth bound em
  guns clap security be callin for back up
  ? bullets drop leavin them bagged up
  why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's
  they spin like how the 44 spun on you (uh-huh uh-huh)
  and clap you niggas in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
  
  [Havoc]
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  and clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
  and clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)