| ClapYo, some niggas need the | |
| Henney to endure the drama | |
| All I need is information on your crib and armour | |
| When it comes to creepin' niggas know that | |
| I'm the father | |
| Need guns get your own gats 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 fill | |
| 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 rumors | |
| I shoot their mouth off | |
| And clap a bastard in the first degree | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Y'all better protect that boy, | |
| I'll murder that kid | |
| You got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin' | |
| All you get is standin' ovation with mack 10's45ths 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 that's 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 | |
| I clap a bastard in the first degree | |
| 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 | |
| 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 it's 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' | |
| Cuz I been did it | |
| Talk about cliques most infamous run with it | |
| Catch your body's syndrome, most niggas sick with it | |
| And clap a nigga in the first degree | |
| 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[Incomprehensible] 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 | |
| And clap you niggas in the first degree | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
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