T.J. - Clap Ya Hammers lyrics

[TJ:] T.J [Bath:] Bathgate n***a [TJ:] Rico-la n***a [Bath:] Y'all get ready [Chorus] Clap ya hands now people clap now Clap ya hands now people clap ya hands [T.J.] Now what you know bout the kid on the strip Mack extend a clip I seen pappy get a brick Or crack from fity fifth I'm not a game, I'm a gangsta Slap you with the fifth Lay low, eh yo! Back up in the mix I'm a two time felon, two time rebellin Do crime, do time, no sides are tellin Rather blow with the case Never roll with the state Name hold heavy weight I sold crack in every state That I been through I got plenty shots to send you Your man too, better back up like an (?) Whoa, you dudes don't really want it I co*k that Glock back, bullets all in your stomach I'm gangsta, thats with a capital G Y'all n***as pranksters, don't wanna battle with me Cause I take it the streets while y'all fakin on beats The type that wanna speak when y'all faced with the heat Dat ain't gangsta [Bathgate] Naw that ain't gangsta at all Y'all n***as is soft I k** style I'm rippen em off Keep them dudes like hand nails, clippin em off Man I'm attached to my money like I'm cotten em off ([--- ??) Gates, f**a, the flow great make ruckus And I know X make them broads real great s**as The hammers speak well when a n***a cake suffer I'm good with that wooden spoon and that cake fluffer [Chorus x3] [Bathgate] They say the smallest n***a is the first n***a to clap I'm the smallest n***a with the three eighty and black Size nine nine shells and the tips is flat Now thats perfect for bone breakin when its rippin the fat Mother f**as I ain't talkin, I'm just kickin the facts Mother f**as kick back while I'm kickin my spack And put you on a new rap, full of diesel and crack Show you n***as how to sell it before its lethal and packed And I'm good with the thirty thirty hittin your hood This your maniac in black, mister Gate Eastwood My word travel like a twenty two leavin the barrel And my teflon apparel can't be pierced with an arrow See I'm shootin from the three and not closin the box I like changed when my grand-daddy shot my pops My whole outlook on life is a bird's view of the block f** freeze, n***a please, I'm usin the Glock Now thats gangsta, thats with a capital G Thought I told y'all dudes y'all f*ggots to me The type I slap up, get guns and clap up You n***as ain't that tough, I dare you to act up I been real before John Lopez And my finger up on this trigger got an itch like dopeheads So please don't get it confused My gun'll spit at you dudes Like little kids with bad manners we clap them hammers [Chorus x3]