8ball & MJG Clap On Lyrics

(Intro):Yung Joc
LAY IT DOWN, LAY IT DOWN c___SUKAZ, ALL U HATAS AND BUSTAS BEST BEWARE, KUZ IF U THNK ITS ABOUT CHU k__IN OUT HARD,
ON DA OUTSIDE LOOKIN IN,
ON TOP OF DA WORLD,
s___E AGE PIMPIN,
AND LIVING LEGENDS DA m____FUCKAZ BACK,
GUNS c___ED, AND RELOADED
HMM.. AND DEY RIDIN HIGH.

(Chorus):
Clap On, Clap Off,
Got dis strap willin to knock ya trap off...
Clap On, Clap Off,
Got dis strap willin to knock ya cap off...

(Verse 1):8Ball

Big face rubberband gimme dat s___ n____ u dont need it anyway loud mouth b____ n____, snitch n____ at da club lik he aint done nutn chest poked out c___ suka u dont run nutn OK i'm a pull a m____fukin O.J. leave da premises b_____ ride off wit da YAY! pray u dont ever see it unfold in ya face n____ dis s___ and wax is da inner taste off wit cha f__in head dispose of da body put da work on da street wrist froze at da party dis here certified industry neva me disrespect boy u knw wat its goin be

(Chorus)X2

(Verse 2):Yung Joc

My n____ you know what its feelin to be death to my enemy patna your no kin t me tell it to da gilaten herd chu been spillin beans birds from da phillipines one serve judge 2 da n____ you feelin to serve me, i ain't feelin to go back for nar a n____ naw one phone call bullets comin through ya wall play about my mu f__in money and da saw my nigas tow throw aways f__ da law tools on deck wit tech's and da sawed-off shots 2 ya neck wats left get hauled off got em shot em bullets bouncin lossen blood by da ounces moma cryn up a river when da news announces

(Chrous)X2

(Verse 3):MJG

Im pimp tight MJG plenty ammunition in my coat poket when i squeeze I'ma get attention you can talk s___ just don't put my name in it, dis is real life and i don't play games in it, im a stranger to you so you can't handle me u ain't killin nutn but ya homeboy's and ya league you can b__p ya guns, all dat bullet talk you say you don't mean s___, mu f__a dis a new day you can neva play like piano you sloppy im jus slippin lik giano versaci im like da wire you dont wanna start s___ i get a doctor to kill you, and dump you in some apartments

(Chorus)

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