Clap First

Clap First Lyrics

[Havoc]

Aiyyo P man, it's that sh*t!

That real sh*t!That's comin back around


And we've been on it.. for a long time now!
You know who started this sh*t

So you know who gon' finish it..



Yo, I don't give a f**k who lookin or starin at me

Get your gulliest nigga, f**k 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 bullsh*t


Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit
You f**kin with lil' b**ches I'm f**kin with grown women


And f**k 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


That's a problem, they say at the top, it get lonely
What's really good with you homey, you think you know me

I clap the chromey, you niggaz beter step lively


They say life's a b**ch, but don't remind me


[Chorus: repeat 2X]

f**k 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 sh*t sag

Tougher(?) letters on my hand, spells what I stand for

Hop out the trenches on niggaz, they runnin from us
Flip on you and your mans, for speakin on my thugs


P hoppin fences and benches, avoidin them slugs
Real slow when they back out, you cockin sh*t 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

b**ch-ass niggaz is found in the basements


Smoke with the family, and spill drinks for our dead

Drive in the backseat, f**ked 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 f**k I'm talkin bout)


(Niggaz can't f**k with us!)



[Chorus]