Get Clapped
Mobb Deep, Lloyd Banks
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Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped You get clapped n**** Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped Get clapped, get clapped I know this feel different 'cause everything is good They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat Like I ain't homicide all over the beat Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care 'Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it anywhere There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear Ay n**** f*** all the slick talk, get bread instead Stay low strapped up metal on inf red Too smooth, won't slip, new jewels, don't trip Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip Oh s***, I'm hella rowdy and I'm nothin' nice Money ain't s*** but a number name ya f***in' price D*** rider, coat Taylor, a** kisser, sucker for love Type to pick up the glass slipper Look around a** n**** before you add liquor 'Cause bein' an ad-libber he'll be in a bag with ya I'm seein' a bad picture of bein' a cab skipper Broke as f*** waitin' for Satan to come and get ya Keep ya clique tight, know ya goals Don't speed, slow ya role, don't speak, learn the codes For they pop ya a** barbecue ya body with beans Outta the shoty while I'm in the Maserati With somethin' that's gonna swallow me I know this feel different 'cause everything is good They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat Like I ain't homicide all over the beat Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care 'Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it anywhere There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear My trigger finger feenin' that n**** P is a demon N**** my fangs start showin' if I'm seein' you dreamin' Get too close and I'm ****** it won't be no discussion I'ma boss, I don't speak, I just nod my head And you turn up missin' with ya own page in the feds I got power and I will flex on you real quick Call ya dawgs, call ya trick, hug ya momz for you split 'Cause you ain't never gone see that b**** again And this ain't a war n**** we just havin' fun with ya Like a bed with a baby, if I smack ya I might **** ya Half a million in diamonds, half a billion from rhymin' And I'm steady and climbin' that means I'm still growin' up Got you burned while you lookin', see my Ferrari in Brooklyn On the corner of murda and duke, so come through I'll light ya buildin' on fire that's why these rappers retire 'Cause they tired of dealin' with the n****z like me I know this feel different 'cause everything is good They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat Like I ain't homicide all over the beat Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care 'Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it anywhere There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear Now enough with all the lame s*** and wrestlin' games, kid I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with I need the block to feel the best that I came with I need the cops to get the f*** off of my d*** Different day, same s*** media and paparazzi love Envy and betrayal, my heart's cold as hockey gloves I light it up and take off that beef and broccoli high Chocolate tie, green skunk, south Jamaica queens punk Stand up ya boy's back put ya grams up Get money you ain't heard nothin' but a hit from me Quit dummy 'cause it's a changin' of the guards Beat b****es over the head the caveman of the squad And he barely fell victim 'cause they raised him up so hard So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to God 'Cause we in a battlefield where the razors lead to scars And the lasers lead to holes, s**** in n out ya clothes I know this feel different 'cause everything is good They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat Like I ain't homicide all over the beat Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care 'Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it anywhere There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear Hey, ayo P, I'll buck these n****z Can't nobody else get no money? This is our year, next year is our year The year after is our year, the year after is our year Yeah, G-Unit
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Written by: ALBERT JOHNSON, CHRISTOPHER CHARLES LLOYD, KHARI CAIN
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