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Clap First Lyrics - Free Agents: The Murda Mixtape - Mobb Deep

(Havoc) 

Aiyyo P man, it's that shit! 

That real shit! That's comin back around 

And we've been on it. for a long time now! 

You know who started this shit 

So you know who gon' finish it. 

 

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Yo, I don't give a fuck who lookin or starin at me 

Get your gulliest nigga, fuck 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 bullshit 

Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit 

You fuckin with lil' bitches I'm fuckin with grown women 

And fuck if they golddiggin, as long as I'm hittin 

they gets nathan, afraid not for penetration 

A little tongue and some cock, 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 niggaz schemin my niggaz I see you comin 

You lookin at a nigga 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 niggaz beter step lively 

They say life's a bitch, but don't remind me 

 

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(Chorus: repeat 2X) 

Fuck waitin for you to make a move - clap first 

I gotta do it my nigga 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 shit 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 niggaz, they runnin from us 

P hoppin fences and benches, avoidin them slugs 

Real slow when they back out, you cockin shit 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 

Bitch-ass niggaz is found in the basements 

Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our dead 

Drive in the backseat, fucked 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 fuck I'm talkin bout) 

(Niggaz can't FUCK with us!) 

 

(Chorus) 

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