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mobb deep - clap those thangs ft.50 cent lyrics

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yeah, we stop f-ckin’ with theses n-gg-z
it’s real, it’s real, yo

this money done got a n-gg- like me in trouble
i made it n-gg-z hated, leave me dead they beloved to
mommy, before i walked up out that door, i should’ve hugged you
who’s my real friends? seems i’m livin’ in a bubble

for cryin’ like a b-tch n-gg-, get your f-ckin’ firearm
got me blowin’ hollow tips right at your teflon
n-gg-, stick and move if you ain’t gettin’ stepped on
no heat? that’s like a cop without his vest on

we buggin’ constantly thuggin’, we ain’t showin’ no lovin’
ice griller than sluggin’, face the repercussion
n-gg-z stomach is touchin’, it’s real not for nothin’
keep fakin’ and frontin’, you know it’s gonna be somethin’

they say you live and you learn n-gg-z never will learn
burn heavily, burn when streets and music merge
n-gg-z comin’ at me sideways
n-gg- get your hammer and let’s do this the right way for real

you know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)
you know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)

you know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)
you know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)

if you scared n-gg-, get a gun, don’t go get a dog
got a 44 long to put your -ss in a morgue
you peace talk with your pistol, i send n-gg-z to get you
ten grand to hit you, the sh-lls are sure to split you

you chrome spot drop, gun in the stash box
get your b-tch -ss shot standin’ around here
the flow so hot, they say i got it locked
hold on a second, homey, let’s get this clear

the wrist stay rocked, the ruger stay c-cked
i hope you smoke a lot ’cause i supply a weed spot
now i got a question and i need the answer on the spot
that b-tch you with, she like you or she like what you got

it’s 50 cent and m o b b, breath easy
we ain’t finna kill nothin’, we just chillin’ n-gg-
but look, dog, don’t go actin’ loco
you in queens, you a long way from kansas

you know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)
you know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)

you know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)
you know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)

ay yo, why dudes walk around with those on the hip?
the pocket or the box n-gg- wherever they fit
you know we done been through the worst of the sh-t
all we know is how to survive, y’all n-gg-z eat a d-ck

eat it quick, eat your food through the i.v f-ckin’ with p
need a plastic bag attachment to sh-t?
y’all make us so real ice grill faces, before them guns popped out
now you look like you seen death

you ain’t ready for murder, don’t play with these kids
upgrade to a set of wings, f-ckin’ with my clique
basically be a cold case fav real quick
people that enjoy life they don’t come to our set, place your bets

your favorite rap is s-x, i swell up n-gg-z heads
frail n-gg-z is dead, better get your weight up, yeah
you heard what we said, bird n-gg-z ain’t deaf
f-ck y’all wanna do about it, huh? straight up

you know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)
you know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)

you know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)
you know we pop those thangs
(yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)

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