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d-locc da chop – clap 4 my niggaz lyrics

[intro ?]
we got the northside on this one
we got the southside on this one
you know what i’m saying? fresh out, the homie skatterman
what up, snug?
fresh out, the homie greedy
the whole 12
red rags, blue flags, man
we’re uniting as one
bishop young don
yeah

[chorus: bishop young don]
when me and my n+ggas get to rocking
[?] some n+ggas will be dying
see [?] we love [?]
i clap for my n+ggas, like an audience
when we ride
them thangs we bust, so [?] we trust
when we ride
my n+ggas standing up [?] all of y’all
[?]

[verse 1: skatterman]
it’s skatterman, motherf+cker, got the four pound on me
if my whip hit your block, you best to go down, homie
’cause i hit the brakes, hop out, stand up on ya
eyeball an eyeball, p+ssy man up on it
ain’t no drive bye shootings, this is face to face
if them boys catch a n+gga, we just take the case
f+ck it, 50 grand large, get the homie aquited
see your family out in traffic, n+ggas know that i did it
but they know they can get it, so they stay in a box
hush hush, keep it moving, or they lay in a box
if you a shooter like paul pe+rs+, then clap like a rap crowd
you suckers ain’t making no noise, you just rap loud
red rags and blue flags, n+ggas get knocked off
treat you like a cuttless, get to chopping your tops off
off an interfearance, suckers getting my blocks off
the mini 14’ll blow your godd+mn socks off
socks off, ‘ll blow your godd+mn socks off
[chorus: bishop young don]
when me and my n+ggas get to rocking
[?] some n+ggas will be dying
see [?] we love [?]
i clap for my n+ggas, like an audience
when we ride
them thangs we bust, so [?] we trust
when we ride
my n+ggas standing up [?] all of y’all
[?]

[verse 2: d+locc da chop]
d+locc chop sui, i’m the man on them [?]
that’s where it get to clapping like a standing ovation
red rags, blue flags, me, skatter and greedy
k!lling [?] so these p+ssys get mad when they see me
talking down on a n+gga, but you boys better pause it
get to sliding in your new whip, and [?]
f+g ass n+ggas, still hiding in the closet
[?] intarigation, [?] fronting like a [?]
i’m on the block, with them hustlers [?] green
and you rolling with them busters, wearing tight ass jeans
kan city repping, f+cking with 12 street
all the way tot the south, so [?] not sh+t you can tell me
i’m on 68, me, skatter and [?]
f+cking with them solid n+ggas, they’ll splatter your blood
we strap up heavy, when the funk is on
[chorus: bishop young don]
when me and my n+ggas get to rocking
[?] some n+ggas will be dying
see [?] we love [?]
i clap for my n+ggas, like an audience
when we ride
them thangs we bust, so [?] we trust
when we ride
my n+ggas standing up [?] all of y’all
[?]

[verse 3: greedy]
[?] crowds like a football game
yeah, n+gga got hit, ’cause the brick wasn’t pure caine
squads got pintched, ’cause the squad wasn’t real, man
got love for my n+ggas, repping [?]
[?] n+ggas, they got love for the cake
[?] bloods, and them 4 trey gangstas
say the town [?] they it’s [?] on sight
i’m og [?] ride at night
and it’s really not the time, for you to lose your life
yeah, it’s greedy from the north, and young locc da chop
and skat and snug brim, from that 68 block
northside, we rep 12, and make the hood go round
huddle up at high noon, we on your terf by sundown
red rags, blue flags, we uniting as one
you violate the troops, you hear the sound of the drums
that’s a [?] in the form of a cinimin bun
n+gga
[outro ?]
r.i.p. all the fallen soldiers out there
that was banging them red rags and blue flags
it’s deeper than that though
can’t forget
all the soldiers that’s locked down right now
you know what i’m saying?
you still here with us
ain’t n0body forgot you
free [?] the gambler

- d locc da chop lyrics

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