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8ball mjg - clap on lyrics

[intro: yung joc]
lay it down, lay it down c-cksukaz, all u hatas and bustas best beware, kuz if u thnk it’s about chu k-min out hard,
on da outside lookin in,
on top of da world,
sp-ce age pimpin,
and living legends da m-th-f-ckaz back,
guns c-cked, and reloaded
hmm… 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…

[verse 1: 8ball]
big face rubberband gimme dat sh-t n-gg- u don’t need it anyway loud mouth b-tch n-gg-, snitch n-gg- at da club lik he ain’t done nutn chest poked out c-ck suka u don’t run nutn ok i’m a pull a m-th-f-kin o.j. leave da premises bl–dy ride off with da yay! pray u don’t ever see it unfold in ya face n-gg- dis sh-t and wax is da inner taste off with cha f-kin head dispose of da body put da work on da street wrist froze at da party dis here certified industry neva me disrespect boy u knw wat it’s goin be

[chorus x2]

[verse 2: yung joc]
my n-gg- you know what it’s feelin to be death to my enemy patna your no kin t me tell it to da gilaten herd chu been spillin beans birds from da phillipines one serve judge 2 da n-gg- you feelin to serve me, i ain’t feelin to go back for nar a n-gg- naw one phone call bullets comin through ya wall play about my mu f-kin money and da saw my nigas tow throw aways f-k da law tools on deck with tech’s and da sawed-off shots 2 ya neck wats left get hauled off got em shot em bullets bouncin lossen blood by da ounces moma cryn up a river when da news announces

[chorus x2]

[verse 3: mjg]
i’m pimp tight mjg plenty ammunition in my coat poket when i squeeze i’m a get attention you can talk sh-t 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 u ain’t killin nutn but ya homeboy’s and ya league you can b-mp ya guns, all dat bullet talk you say you don’t mean sh-t, mu f-ka dis a new day you can neva play like piano you sloppy i’m jus slippin lik giano versaci i’m like da wire you don’t wanna start sh-t i get a doctor to kill you, and dump you in some apartments

[chorus]

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