Clap First Lyrics

(Havoc)
Aiyyo P man, it's that shit!
That real shit! That's comin back around
And we've been on it. for a long time now!
You know who started this shit
So you know who gon' finish it.

Yo, I don't give a f*ck who lookin or starin at me
Get your gulliest nigga, f*ck 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 bullshit
Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit
You f*ckin with lil' bitches I'm f*ckin with grown women
And f*ck if they golddiggin, as long as I'm hittin
they gets nathan, afraid not for penetration
A little tongue and some cock, 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 niggaz schemin my niggaz I see you comin
You lookin at a nigga 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 niggaz beter step lively
They say life's a bitch, but don't remind me

(Chorus: repeat 2X) f*ck waitin for you to make a move - clap first
I gotta do it my nigga 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 shit 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 niggaz, they runnin from us
P hoppin fences and benches, avoidin them slugs
Real slow when they back out, you cockin shit 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 drugs, we gettin it back
Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts, home invasions
Bitch-ass niggaz is found in the basements
Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our dead
Drive in the backseat, f*cked 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*ck I'm talkin bout)
(Niggaz can't f*ck with us!)

(Chorus)

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