Mobb Deep - Clap First lyrics

(Havoc) Aiyyo P man, it's that sh**! That real sh**! That's comin back around And we've been on it.. for a long time now! You know who started this sh** So you know who gon' finish it.. Yo, I don't give a f** who lookin or starin at me Get your gulliest n***a, f** 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 bullsh** Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit You f**in with lil' b**hes I'm f**in with grown women And f** if they golddiggin, as long as I'm hittin they gets nathan, afraid not for penetration A little tongue and some co*k, 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 n***az schemin my n***az I see you comin You lookin at a n***a 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 n***az beter step lively They say life's a b**h, but don't remind me (Chorus: repeat 2X) f** waitin for you to make a move - clap first I gotta do it my n***a 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 (Prodigy) Yea yea yea yea, aiyyo I pledge allegiance to our flag, may no man put asunder Gun in my pants, make my sh** 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 n***az, they runnin from us P hoppin fences and benches, avoidin them slugs Real slow when they back out, you co*kin sh** 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 d**, we gettin it back Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts, home invasions b**h-a** n***az is found in the basements Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our dead Drive in the backseat, f**ed 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 f** I'm talkin bout) (n***az can't fu*k with us!) (Chorus)