[Chorus:]
We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve

We just clap and revolve
We just clap
We just clap (Who want to pop off to the head get popped off ^!$$%)

We just clap and revolve
You don't wanna start no drama
You, You, You don't wanna stop no drama


Yeah
We getting paper hear

Yeah
Got that crown holders shirt on, got like a million diamonds on it
Ten million written all over that


We just clap and revolve
We just clap and revolve

We just clap and revolve
You don't wanna start no drama
We just clap and revolve

We just clap and revolve

[Verse 1:]

Nine check
Forty check
K's check

You be the first to go
Haze yes
Ye yes

Mother$#&@er this is business, never personal
This Coca baby
I'm an 88er

I put work in these streets
Now do yourself the favor
You bring the drama

Then drama leads to choppers
Then them choppers get to sprayin'
And somebody need a doctor now

You not an actor, not a rapper
You's a clapper, you's a trapper
Got a ratchet, so why you hire coppers now

It is what it is; I got the gliz on me
And don't nobody want it with the Big homey


[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]

^!$$% want beef with me
Must be out of his mind
^!$$% think that Joey past his prime

Layed his $$# flat in the street
Yeah I splattered his mind
Walk away with his life and his shines

Yeah, I smell #~!!@ #~!!@
Yeah #~!!@ #~!!@
That's how h e looked when I left his $#&@in face gushy

Ask about it
Cracks about it
Went back to the crib and then we laughed about it

I'm a rider, I'm a sider - I'n a money maker
I decided you's a liar when it comes to paper
Broad day we could clap it in these streets

Middle the PJ's make em bring out these sheets

[Chorus]


[Verse 3:]
I got a thing for my little buddy

That black Mac do his thing
Leave a ^!$$% ugly
Yo tell me the best of the best wont fix em

We'll open your chest ^!$$%
Your just a victim
And I'm a rat killer

You hear that BR-Rat ^!$$%
I don't rap infact I'm just that ^!$$%
Yeah it's crack ^!$$%
A lot of (*##$es like to talk
Make em bite they tongue

Lot of ^!$$%z claim New York but they not the one
I'm in the streets muh'$#&@er you could call me Harlem
You Bedstuy like Biggie
The big homeys a problem
Bronx bomber

I'll leave you comatose
We don't dance in your face, you muh'$#&@ers choke