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MOBB DEEP lyrics : "Clap First"

[Havoc]
Aiyyo P man, it's that %#@!!
That real %#@!! That's comin back around

And we've been on it.. for a long time now!
You know who started this %#@!
So you know who gon' finish it..


Yo, I don't give a $#&@ who lookin or starin at me
Get your gulliest ^!$$%, $#&@ 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 bull%#@!

Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit
You $#&@in with lil' (*##$es I'm $#&@in with grown women
And $#&@ if they golddiggin, as long as I'm hittin

they gets nathan, afraid not for penetration
A little tongue and some @@#!, 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 ^!$$%z schemin my ^!$$%z I see you comin
You lookin at a ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%z beter step lively

They say life's a (*##$, but don't remind me

[Chorus: x2]

$#&@ waitin for you to make a move - clap first
I gotta do it my ^!$$% 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 %#@! 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 ^!$$%z, they runnin from us

P hoppin fences and benches, avoidin them slugs
Real slow when they back out, you @@#!in %#@! 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

(*##$-ass ^!$$%z is found in the ba!@&(ts
Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our dead
Drive in the backseat, $#&@ed 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 $#&@ I'm talkin bout)
(^!$$%z can't !#@* with us!)


[Chorus]

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