Get Clapped

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 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

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    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

    Song details

    Composition: Prodigy, Lloyd Banks, and Kneedlz

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