Lloyd Banks, Mobb Deep - Get Clapped lyrics
[Lloyd Banks, Mobb Deep - Get Clapped lyrics]
Front on me and get
(clapped) , front on him and get (clapped)
Front on us and get
(clapped) , you get clapped nigga
Front on me and get
(clapped) , front on him and get (clapped)
Front on us and get
(clapped) get clapped, get clapped
My niggas feel different
Cause everything is good
They actin like I changed
Like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street
Like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't full of beef
Like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy
We can do it anywhere
It's diamonds in my chain
It's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come up slippin
I'll make him disappear
Uhh, hey nigga
Fuck all the slick talk, get bread instead
Stay low, strap up, metal on, inf'red
Too smooth, won't slip, new jewels
Don't trip
Been around the world twice, jet Leer
Boat whip oh shit
I'm hella rowdy and I'm nuttin nice
Money ain't shit but a number
Name your fuckin price
Dick rider, coat tailor, ass kisser
Sucker for love
Type to pick up the glass slipper
Look around ask nigga, before you add liquor
Cause bein a ad-libber to be
In a bag wit'cha
I'm seein the bad picture of
Bein a cab skipper broke as fuck
Waitin for Satan to come and get'cha
Keep your clique tight, know
Your goals, don't speed, slow ya roll
Don't speak
Learn the codes - 'fore they pop ya ass
Barbecue your body with beans
Out of the shottie
While I'm in the Maserati with
Somethin that's gon' slob me
My niggas feel different
Cause everything is good
They actin like I changed
Like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street
Like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't full of beef
Like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy
We can do it anywhere
It's diamonds in my chain
It's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come up slippin
I'll make him disappear
Yea my trigger finger is feenin
The nigga up here is a demon
Nigga my fangs start showin if
I'm seein you dreamin
Get too close and I'm bustin
It won't be no discussion
I'm a boss I don't speak -
I just nod my head
And you turned up missin with your
Own page in the feds i got power
And I will flex on you real quick
Call yo' dogs, call yo' clique
Hug yo' moms 'fore you split
Cause you ain't never gon'
See that bitch again
And this ain't a war nigga
We just havin fun wit'cha
Like a bib wit a baby
If I smack you I might kill ya
Half a million in diamonds
Half a bid from rhymin
And I'm steady and climbin - that
Mean I'm still blowin up
Got you burn while you lookin
See my Ferrari in Brooklyn
On the corner, I'm murderin through
So come through
I light yo' buildin on fire
It's why these rappers retire
Cause they tired
Of dealin with the niggas like me
My niggas feel different
Cause everything is good
They actin like I changed
Like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street
Like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't full of beef
Like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy
We can do it anywhere
It's diamonds in my chain
It's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come up slippin
I'll make him disappear
Yeah, now enough 'bout all the lame shit
Them wrestlin games kid
I need the rocks to fill the
Rest of the chain with
I need the block to fill up
Best that I came with
I need the cops to get the fuck off my dick
Different day, same shit
Media and paparazzi love envy and betrayal
My heart's cold as hockey gloves
I light it up and take off
That beef and broccoli high
Chocolate thai, green skunk South Jamaica
Queens punk
Stand up ya boy's back, put your grams up
Get money
You ain't heard nuttin but a hit from me
Quit dummy
Cause it's the changin of the guards
Beat bitches over their head
The caveman of the squad
And he barely fall victim cause they
Raised him up so hard
So my nine is on my hip
And my praises up to God
Cause we in a battlefield
Where the razors lead to scars
And the lasers need to hold slugs
In and out your clothes
My niggas feel different
Cause everything is good
They actin like I changed
Like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street
Like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't full of beef
Like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy
We can do it anywhere
It's diamonds in my chain
It's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come up slippin
I'll make him disappear
Yeahhhhhh, yeahhh yeahhhhhh, yeah!
Ayo, P, fuck these niggas man
I'll buck these niggas man
Ain't nobody else gettin no money
This is our year next year, is our year
The year after is our year
The year after is our year
YEAH! G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!
(clapped) , front on him and get (clapped)
Front on us and get
(clapped) , you get clapped nigga
Front on me and get
(clapped) , front on him and get (clapped)
Front on us and get
(clapped) get clapped, get clapped
My niggas feel different
Cause everything is good
They actin like I changed
Like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street
Like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't full of beef
Like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy
We can do it anywhere
It's diamonds in my chain
It's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come up slippin
I'll make him disappear
Uhh, hey nigga
Fuck all the slick talk, get bread instead
Stay low, strap up, metal on, inf'red
Too smooth, won't slip, new jewels
Don't trip
Been around the world twice, jet Leer
Boat whip oh shit
I'm hella rowdy and I'm nuttin nice
Money ain't shit but a number
Name your fuckin price
Dick rider, coat tailor, ass kisser
Sucker for love
Type to pick up the glass slipper
Look around ask nigga, before you add liquor
Cause bein a ad-libber to be
In a bag wit'cha
I'm seein the bad picture of
Bein a cab skipper broke as fuck
Waitin for Satan to come and get'cha
Keep your clique tight, know
Your goals, don't speed, slow ya roll
Don't speak
Learn the codes - 'fore they pop ya ass
Barbecue your body with beans
Out of the shottie
While I'm in the Maserati with
Somethin that's gon' slob me
My niggas feel different
Cause everything is good
They actin like I changed
Like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street
Like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't full of beef
Like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy
We can do it anywhere
It's diamonds in my chain
It's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come up slippin
I'll make him disappear
Yea my trigger finger is feenin
The nigga up here is a demon
Nigga my fangs start showin if
I'm seein you dreamin
Get too close and I'm bustin
It won't be no discussion
I'm a boss I don't speak -
I just nod my head
And you turned up missin with your
Own page in the feds i got power
And I will flex on you real quick
Call yo' dogs, call yo' clique
Hug yo' moms 'fore you split
Cause you ain't never gon'
See that bitch again
And this ain't a war nigga
We just havin fun wit'cha
Like a bib wit a baby
If I smack you I might kill ya
Half a million in diamonds
Half a bid from rhymin
And I'm steady and climbin - that
Mean I'm still blowin up
Got you burn while you lookin
See my Ferrari in Brooklyn
On the corner, I'm murderin through
So come through
I light yo' buildin on fire
It's why these rappers retire
Cause they tired
Of dealin with the niggas like me
My niggas feel different
Cause everything is good
They actin like I changed
Like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street
Like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't full of beef
Like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy
We can do it anywhere
It's diamonds in my chain
It's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come up slippin
I'll make him disappear
Yeah, now enough 'bout all the lame shit
Them wrestlin games kid
I need the rocks to fill the
Rest of the chain with
I need the block to fill up
Best that I came with
I need the cops to get the fuck off my dick
Different day, same shit
Media and paparazzi love envy and betrayal
My heart's cold as hockey gloves
I light it up and take off
That beef and broccoli high
Chocolate thai, green skunk South Jamaica
Queens punk
Stand up ya boy's back, put your grams up
Get money
You ain't heard nuttin but a hit from me
Quit dummy
Cause it's the changin of the guards
Beat bitches over their head
The caveman of the squad
And he barely fall victim cause they
Raised him up so hard
So my nine is on my hip
And my praises up to God
Cause we in a battlefield
Where the razors lead to scars
And the lasers need to hold slugs
In and out your clothes
My niggas feel different
Cause everything is good
They actin like I changed
Like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street
Like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't full of beef
Like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy
We can do it anywhere
It's diamonds in my chain
It's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come up slippin
I'll make him disappear
Yeahhhhhh, yeahhh yeahhhhhh, yeah!
Ayo, P, fuck these niggas man
I'll buck these niggas man
Ain't nobody else gettin no money
This is our year next year, is our year
The year after is our year
The year after is our year
YEAH! G-G-G-G-G G-Unit!