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mobb deep - clap first lyrics

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[havoc]

aiyyo p man, it’s that sh-t!

that real sh-t!that’s comin back around

and we’ve been on it.. for a long time now!
you know who started this sh-t

so you know who gon’ finish it..

yo, i don’t give a f-ck who lookin or starin at me

get your gulliest n-gg-, 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 bullsh-t

word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil’ bit
you f-ckin with lil’ b-tches 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 c-ck, 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 n-gg-z schemin my n-gg-z i see you comin
you lookin at a n-gg- whose stomach is used to touchin

that’s a problem, they say at the top, it get lonely
what’s really good with you homey, you think you know me

i clap the chromey, you n-gg-z beter step lively

they say life’s a b-tch, but don’t remind me

[chorus: repeat 2x]

f-ck waitin for you to make a move – clap first

i gotta do it my n-gg- win or lose – clap first
when these slugs h-t you ‘member they was meant for you – clap first

ain’t n-body 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 sh-t sag

tougher(?) letters on my hand, spells what i stand for

hop out the trenches on n-gg-z, they runnin from us
flip on you and your mans, for speakin on my thugs

p hoppin fences and benches, avoidin them slugs
real slow when they back out, you c-ckin sh-t 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

alb-ms sellin like drugs, we gettin it back
bodies wrapped in versace quilts, home invasions

b-tch–ss n-gg-z is found in the bas-m-nts

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)

(n-gg-z can’t f-ck with us!)

[chorus]

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