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Get Clapped

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Get Clapped

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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 nigga)

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 dont keep it street like i aint got the heat

Like I aint homocide all over the beat

Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care

Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where

Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear

A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear

Ay nigga fuck all the slick talk get bread instead

Stay low strapped up metal on inf red

Too smooth wont slip new jewels dont trip

Been around the world twice jet, lear, boat, whip

Oh shit, im hella rowdy and im nothin nice

Money aint shit but a number name ya fuckin price

Dick rider, coat taylor, ass kisser

Sucker for love, time to pick up the glass slipper

Look around ass nigga before u add liquer

Cause bein an add libber he'll be ina bag with ya

Im seein a bad picture of bein a cab skipper

Broke as fuck waitin for satan to come and get ya

Keep ya clique tight know ya goals

Dont speed slow ya role dont speak learn the code

For they pop ya ass barbeque ya body

With beans outta the shotty while im in the mozzerati

With somethin thats gonna swallow me

I know this feel different cause everything is good

They actin like I changed like i went hollywood

Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat

Like I aint homocide all over the beat

Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care

Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where

Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear

A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear

My trigga finger feenin that nigga p a demon

Nigga my fangs start showin if im seein u dreamin

Get to close and im bustin it wont be no discussion

Ima boss i dont 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

Cuz u aint never gone see that bitch again

And this aint a war nigga we just havin fun with ya

Like a bed with a baby if i smack ya i might kill ya

Half a million in diamonds half a billion from rhymin

N im steady climbin that means im still blowin up

Got you burned while u lookin see my ferrari in brooklyn

On the corner of murda and duke so come through

Ill light ya buildin on fire thats why these rappers retire

Cuz they tired of dealin with niggaz like me

I know this feel different cause everything is good

They actin like I changed like i went hollywood

Like i dont keep it street like i aint got the heat

Like I aint homocide all over the beat

Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care

Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where

Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear

A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear

Now enough with all the lame shit 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 fuck off of my dick

Different day same shit media and popperazzi love

Envy and betrayel my hearts as cold as hockey gloves

I light up and take off that beef and brocolli high

Chocolate tie, green skunk, south jamaica queens punk

Stand up ya boys back put ya grams up

Get money you aint heard nothin but a hit from me

Quit dummy cause its a changin of the guards

Beat bitches 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 battle field where the razors lead to scars

And the lazors lead to holes, slugs 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 dont keep it street like i aint got the heat

Like I aint homocide all over the beat

Like I aint for the beef like i dont really care

Cause i aint camera shy we can do it any where

Theres diamonds in my chain theres diamonds in my ear

A nigga come slippin ill make him dissapear

Yea [echoing] Hey Yo p, fuck these niggaz man

Ill buck these niggaz man, cant nobody else get no money

Cause this is our year, next year is our year

The year after is our year, the year after is our year

Yea [echoing] GGGGGGGGGGG G-Unit

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