Mobb Deep - Clap First lyrics
[Mobb Deep - Clap First lyrics]
Aiyyo P man, it's that shit!
That real shit! That's comin back around
And we've been on it for a long time now!
You know who started this shit
So you know who gon' finish it
Yo, I don't give a fuck who
Lookin or starin at me
Get your gulliest nigga
Fuck it and send him at me
I got the recipe to make paper
They wanna clap me
Misery love company and they see we happy
They even dap me but I
See right through the bullshit
Word to the tally hope my hammer clap
More than a lil' bit
You fuckin with lil' bitches I'm
Fuckin with grown women
And fuck if they golddiggin
As long as I'm hittin
They gets nathan, afraid not for penetration
A little tongue and some cock
They say I'm nasty
But I only freak with my main shorty
Thought she had me handled cause
She tattooed my name
I see you niggas schemin my
Niggas I see you comin
You lookin at a nigga whose
Stomach is used to touchin
What's really good with you homey
You think you know me
That's a problem, they say at the top
It get lonely i clap the chromey
You niggas beter step lively
They say life's a bitch
But don't remind me
Fuck waitin for you to make
A move - clap first
I gotta do it my nigga win
Or lose - clap first
When these slugs hit you 'member they was
Meant for you - clap first
Ain't nobody on this earth
Invincible - clap first
Yea yea yea yea, aiyyo
I pledge allegiance to our flag
May no man put asunder
Gun in my pants, make my shit sag
Tougher letters on my hand
Spells what I stand for
Flip on you and your mans
For speakin on my thugs
Hop out the trenches on niggas
They runnin from us
P hoppin fences and benches
Avoidin them slugs
Real slow when they back out
You cockin shit back
I got one in the head and I'm turnin ya hats
Then I spit what I want you
To know with these raps
Albums sellin like drugs, we gettin it back
Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts
Home invasions
Bitch-ass niggas is found in the basements
Smoke with the family
And spill drinks for our dead
Drive in the backseat
Fucked up your lady head
Rolled back up the window, and then we slid
As I roll what's left of this
Triangle bag man
(See, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout)
(Niggas can't FUCK with us)
That real shit! That's comin back around
And we've been on it for a long time now!
You know who started this shit
So you know who gon' finish it
Yo, I don't give a fuck who
Lookin or starin at me
Get your gulliest nigga
Fuck it and send him at me
I got the recipe to make paper
They wanna clap me
Misery love company and they see we happy
They even dap me but I
See right through the bullshit
Word to the tally hope my hammer clap
More than a lil' bit
You fuckin with lil' bitches I'm
Fuckin with grown women
And fuck if they golddiggin
As long as I'm hittin
They gets nathan, afraid not for penetration
A little tongue and some cock
They say I'm nasty
But I only freak with my main shorty
Thought she had me handled cause
She tattooed my name
I see you niggas schemin my
Niggas I see you comin
You lookin at a nigga whose
Stomach is used to touchin
What's really good with you homey
You think you know me
That's a problem, they say at the top
It get lonely i clap the chromey
You niggas beter step lively
They say life's a bitch
But don't remind me
Fuck waitin for you to make
A move - clap first
I gotta do it my nigga win
Or lose - clap first
When these slugs hit you 'member they was
Meant for you - clap first
Ain't nobody on this earth
Invincible - clap first
Yea yea yea yea, aiyyo
I pledge allegiance to our flag
May no man put asunder
Gun in my pants, make my shit sag
Tougher letters on my hand
Spells what I stand for
Flip on you and your mans
For speakin on my thugs
Hop out the trenches on niggas
They runnin from us
P hoppin fences and benches
Avoidin them slugs
Real slow when they back out
You cockin shit back
I got one in the head and I'm turnin ya hats
Then I spit what I want you
To know with these raps
Albums sellin like drugs, we gettin it back
Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts
Home invasions
Bitch-ass niggas is found in the basements
Smoke with the family
And spill drinks for our dead
Drive in the backseat
Fucked up your lady head
Rolled back up the window, and then we slid
As I roll what's left of this
Triangle bag man
(See, that's what the fuck I'm talkin bout)
(Niggas can't FUCK with us)