Clap First lyrics

Artist  : Mobb Deep 
Song : Clap First



 Send "Clap First" Ringtone to your Cell 

  [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**k who lookin or starin at
me
Get your gulliest nigga, f**k 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**kin with lil' bit*hes I'm f**kin with
grown women
And f**k 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 bit*h, but don't remind me

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
 
f**k 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 sh*t 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 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
Albums sellin like drugs, we gettin it back
Bodies wrapped in Versace quilts, home invasions
Bit*h-ass niggaz is found in the basements
Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our
dead
Drive in the backseat, f**ked 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**k I'm talkin bout)
(Niggaz can't F**K with us!)

[Chorus]