Mathematics, Wu-Tang Clan, Angela Neal - Thank U lyrics

This is actually a remix of "HandClap" which
Is a bonus track on "The W"

We gon' what? beat kicks in
Cl-ap, cl-ap nigga
And snap uh, that's a part of the game
That's the part of the game
Nigga that you never understood
And a problem to fuckin' stand you
You know who's around this nigga
Best to respect, I see who you are

I wanna thank, I wanna thank you Mr dJ, Mr dJ
Raekwon and Ghostface, U-God and Method Man
On a Mathematics beat
Mathematics drop the beat

Porceline floors with a dog named Ginger
Bottle cap niggas that rhyme, we the winners
Then slide thru your hood in hoods
Me, Cliff, Patrick
Gary Grice and my man C woods
Holdin up gorilla
Two niggas got a hold that shit
One shot and ya mans on it
The little kids watch 'em down the block
Jury box, murder hop, six stash botch
Fit hit the ran spots
Spit at the statue with cash
And throw dough at it
Fuck bitches raw, why? cuz I'm a pro at it
Big birds danglin, cameras snatch
Flash and pop from every angle and
2000 Mark Damian

Listen to the (clap) real niggas (clap)
Rich niggas (clap) my bitches (clap)
If you love pussy then y'all niggas (clap)
If you love to get ate, then y'all ladies
(clap)
If you real fucked up, then ya'll niggas
(clap)
If you bare witness to Allah y'all (clap)
Aiyo you see me on the
Big screen y'all niggas clap
(Jeans with a gangster lean, y'all clap)
Brim hats, sloppy automatics that clap
(Big shit, thunder) Get around that

I wanna thank, I wanna Thank U, Mr dJ, Mr dJ
Wu Tang and Ghostface, Wu Tang and Method Man
On a Mathematics beat
My hands are clappin my body's movin
My body's movin from side to side
The beat is so funky, funky
Wu Tang and Tony Starks, Johnny Blaze
Mathematics on it, so rock it all night long

Clap ya hands now, people clap ya hands

I drink till I'm drunk, smoke
Skunk with my stinkin ass, smell the funk
Eekin out the pours, cum stain
Shitty drawers
Pissin down ya elevators shaft, no class
Writin graf' on ya walls
It be us, fuck ya law
Niggas my cause is "because"
No yin to my yang, it's a black thing
Used to be in chains, now we snatch chains
Took the crack game applied it
To the rap game, y'all
Pop quiz, now, what artist hit's the hardest?
Ya down with the syndrome: retarted
I think it was them swordsmen
Place them chess pieces on the boards and
Take it to square, this ain't no Yacub affair
Or a New World Disorder, got us
Fuckin the coal miner daughter
That y'all, but not us

I wanna thank, I wanna Thank U, Mr dJ, Mr dJ
Wu Tang and Ghostface, Wu Tang and Method Man
On a Mathematics beat
My hands are clappin my body's movin
My body's movin from side to side
The beat is so funky, funky
Wu Tang and Tony Starks, Johnny Blaze
Mathematics on it, so rock it all night long

Rock it all night long
Check out Ghostface, check out Method Man
Mathematics beat, Mathematics beat
Check out Angie, that's me, on the vocals
All night, all night long
HandClap (clap ya hands now) come on come on
HandClap (clap ya hands now) come on come on
(Clap, clap, clap ya hands now)