Polite - Clap lyrics

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Polite - Clap lyrics

[Intro: Cappadonna] Come on.... stand up Staten Island Come on, what? What? Going down Come on, clap, clap, clap Ya'll muthaf**as thought I was gone? Come on, clap, clap, clap Pop pop, muthaf**as, it's on [Polite] Yo, it's been a while since you heard the god, thought that I fell off? I had to hibernate, yo, never that, congratulate the boss My life's like a movie feature, sh** is hectic The God paint the picture, but you slobs get the credit You wonder why I'm still on the grind? It's just a way of life What I got to do to live, this is what I got to give Blood, sweat & energy, a thug don't cry Why should I shed tears? Yo I'm in too deep, yo I was raised in Yo, figure out my movements, federal watch They said they got the boss snapshots, metal was cop Catch me, graphical speaker, vision is clear Could be the reefer, vision impaired, it gets deeper Champagne, quarter to eight, makin' 'em sick Face it, we bubble music like we jugglin' bricks It's a hustle, confrontation we handle Beef we never worry, cash, we never worry [Cappadonna] Pop pop, muthaf**as, it's on... Murder Island, oh sh**, we don't take no sh** Give me the dough quick, we roll so thick How is it that trespa**es ho's get dick What you know about this, we peep with the four-fifth You can't see the bulk of it, that's our soldier sh** Peep the bolder fist, we uplift, first n***as to win First n***as to flip, pop the clip for the architechts it's No glitter, no glamour, no necklace, young & restless f** a VIP, f** the guest list, we spit lungies And spark asbestos, we on some next sh**, it's the best sh** Staten Island sh**, Richmond Road be the exit Don't get your legs tripped.... Pop pop, muthaf**as, it's on... [Solomon Childs] Woola heads representing Staten Island's criminal slums We got the dirtiest sweatpants, but bit, we got bullets in the guns Ass full of jums, blood all over my burberry Do what I gotta do to eat, eat what I gotta eat The Theodore Unit, got the security I'm harder than shots of tequila, Solomon A/K/A k**a, deal 'em with the fever Pop a n***a head off, when I'm feeling the fever More clips from my motion picture, what's good about it? And what's bad about it, my ancestors speak Egyptian Who wanna preview the k**ings first?