J Dilla, Blu - The Clapper lyrics

Uh, yeah, this is for all my street niggas
Feel it, bounce, uh
Survival of the fittest, uh
They out here to get us y'all
What you gon' do, what you gon' do?
Clap on, clap off clap on, clap off
Never take your muthafuckin' strap off
Keep the safety on but don't take it off

Where I'm from
Niggas be waiting to break you off
They'll see you out in the streets
And they peepin' you out
Let 'em catch you slippin' and end up
With a piece in yo mouth
It ain't over 'cause they got
The keys to your house
Your weed and your car
'bout to spend your G's at the bar
Fuck that, I know better
You can't floss around niggas with no cheddar
See these niggas with no cheese
They hungry for real
They hunting to kill and will give you
Something to feel up in the field
7 Mile and Ryan, niggas dyin'
Tryin' to pump gas and got pumped in the ass
Shit, better get something to blast
Back at them some
'Cause accidents happen, uh

Clap on, clap off clap on, clap off
Never take your muthafuckin' strap off
Keep the safety on but don't take it off

Can't afford to slip
Nothin' but clips up in my nine
'Cause nowadays and times
It ain't too good on the grind
Niggas pockets like ouch
Fell off in the drought
Got snot nose, nappy headed kids on the couch
Time's running out, rent's due
So what he do? Grab the twenty two and try
To stick it to you but no, not Blu
I pack more than a double deuce
When you see me roll through
A hundred spokes on the coupe
I'm heated, not to be cheated
Fuck around and get your face deleted
I'm waitin' on a broke nigga hatin'
Take a toke when I'm blazin'
'Til your head start achin'
Ain't no brains and all, slugs penetratin'
Funeral in the makin'
Keep my eyes on the streets like streetlights
Nigga think I'm lyin' try to
Creep and get three strikes

You outta there
Y'all niggas know y'all outta there
Yeah, come on with the real
If y'all niggas fakin' the funk
Y'all know y'all outta there, come wit' it
Get live with it