Saigon, Faith Evans - Clap lyrics

We try our best to survive
(we ain't runnin away)
And keep our heads to the sky
(y'all never will lead us astray)
Kiss that stress and depression goodbye
(chase all of our troubles away)
If we could just get it right
(then everything, it should be okay)
Oh, okay

Do away with the clubs and the drug spots
Do away with the judge and the mugshots
Like we do away with the
Day when the sun drops
Clap your hands if you
Tired of hearin gunshots
Or hearin news about who got popped
By another black man or, if not
Then a white cop
If I ain't there when it start
I'm there when the fight stop like ock
Slow your roll or be cold as a ice pop, ya
We gotta start helpin each other
Quit hurtin each other
Money'll have a nigga thinkin
'bout murkin his mother
How does it feel bein slaves
To a dollar bill?
Givin you somethin y'all can feel
Are y'all for real?
Do away with all the Chinese restaurants
Do away with all the fake Gloria Estefans
Clap your hands if you gettin
Up in some real estate buy the crib
Ma the Benz with the wheels could wait
I 'member I used to instigate
Now I'm the one breakin up the
Fight makin sure that tension's straight
But let a nigga get the heart to push me
I'll snuff the biggest nigga with him
Show him that his partner pussy
You ain't got to be soft to be for peace
I'm like the Martin Luther King
That'll knock out some teeth
Now I'mma flip it and shift it
Give it prolific
Case niggas just get it twisted
Forget that I'm so gifted
Do away with the jails and the group homes
Like we did away with the
Shells and the two-tone
Clap your hands if you lovin
That Just Blaze shit
Cause we don't just make songs
We make statements

We try our best to survive
(we ain't runnin away)
And keep our heads to the sky
(y'all never will lead us astray)
Kiss that stress and depression goodbye
(chase all of our troubles away)
If we could just get it right
(then everything, it should be okay)
Oh, okay

Do away with the Hip-Hop police force
Fuck the pigs, I was taught not to eat pork
Clap your hands if you ain't
Forget where you came from
Clap again if you ready to see a change come
I used to live in the same slum
As Mike Tyson and Riddick Bowe
That's where the knuckle game from
Spring Valley had the same bums
We had to stay in
I ain't hang late cause we
Ain't have a income now I be on the track
Like when the train come
And I don't rap to just jaw-jack
Nigga I be sayin somethin!
And with my man Just Bliggity Blaze
You're just about to witness history made
Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap
Clap your hands if you lovin
That Just Blaze shit (clap)
Clap, y'all, clap let's, let's, let's go!

We try our best to survive
(we ain't runnin away)
And keep our heads to the sky
(y'all never will lead us astray)
Kiss that stress and depression goodbye
(chase all of our troubles away)
If we could just get it right
(then everything, it should be okay)
Oh, okay

Oh okay (mmmm)
Oh okay, we're tryin our best to survive
Oh okay
Tell me when we're gonna get it riiiiight
Oh okay, just keep our heads to the sky
Oh okay
Kiss that stress and depression goodbye
Oh okay (ohhhhh) oh okay (ohhhhh) oh okay
(ohhhhh) oh okay (keep your heads to the sky)
Oh okay (mm hmm) oh okay (hey heyyyyy)
Oh okay (ohhhh) oh okay (yeah)
Oh okay, ohhhhhhh ohhhohhh oh okay
Tell me when we're gonna get it riiiiight
Oh okay
All we gotta do is keep our heads to the sky
Oh okay, hallelujah holla back at me if
You hear me now
Oh okay (oh-hohhhhh) oh okay (oh-hohhhh)
Oh okay (OHHH) oh okay (gonna be alright now)
Oh okay (oh-hohhhhh) oh okay (ooh ohhhh)
Oh okay, oh okay (okay) oh okay
Hallelujah holla back at me if
You hear me now oh okay, ohh yeahhhh