Eightball & MJG - Clap on lyrics

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Eightball & MJG - Clap on lyrics

Lay it down, lay it down co*ksukaz, All you hatas and bustas best beware, Cause if you think its about chu comin' out hard, On da outside lookin' in, On top of da world, Space age pimpin', And living legends da motherf**az back, Guns co*ked, and reloaded Hm, and dey ridin' high. [Chorus] Clap on, clap off, Got dis strap willin' to knock ya trap off Clap on, clap off, Got dis strap willin' to knock ya cap off Big face rubber band gimme dat sh** n***a you don't need it anyway loud mouth b**h n***a, Snitch n***a at da club like he ain't done nothin' Chest poked out co*k s**a' you don't run nothin' OK I'm a pull a muthaf**in' o.j. Leave da premises bloody ride off wit da yay! Pray you dont ever see it unfold in ya face n***a Dis sh** and wax is da inner taste off Wit cha f**in' head dispose of da body Put da work on da street wrist froze at da party Dis here certified industry never me disrespect Boy you know what its goin' be [Chorus: x2] My n***a you know what its feelin; to be d**h to my enemy Patna your no kin t me tell it to da gelatin Herd chu been spillin' beans birds from da Philippines One serve judge 2 da n***a you feelin' to serve me, I ain't feelin' to go back for nar a n***a Naw one phone call bullets comin' through ya Wall play about my mu f**in' money and da saw My nigas tow throw aways fuk da law tools on deck Wit tech's and da sawed-off shots 2 ya neck Whats left get hauled off got em shot em bullets Bouncin' lossen blood by da ounces momma cryin' up a river when da news announces [Chorus: x2] I'm pimp tight M-J-G plenty ammunition In my coat pocket when I squeeze I'ma get attention You can talk sh** just don't put my name in it, Dis is real life and I don't play games in it, I'm a stranger to you so you can't handle me you ain't k**in nothin' But ya homeboy's and ya league you can bump ya guns, All dat bullet talk you say you don't mean sh**, Muf**a' dis a new day you can neva play like piano You sloppy I'm jus' slippin' like Giano Versaci I'm like da wire you don't wanna start sh** I get a doctor to k** you, and dump you in some apartments [Chorus]