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Mobb Deep
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Clap Those Thangs Ft.50 Cent
Lyricist:Albert Johnson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita
Yeah, we stop fuckin' with theses niggaz It's real, it's real, yo
This money done got a nigga like me in trouble I made it niggaz hated, leave me dead they beloved to Mommy, before I walked up out that door, I should've hugged you Who's my real friends? Seems I'm livin' in a bubble
For cryin' like a bitch nigga, get your fuckin' firearm Got me blowin' hollow tips right at your Teflon Nigga, stick and move if you ain't gettin' stepped on No heat? That's like a cop without his vest on
We buggin' constantly thuggin', we ain't showin' no lovin' Ice griller than sluggin', face the repercussion Niggaz stomach is touchin', it's real not for nothin' Keep fakin' and frontin', you know it's gonna be somethin'
They say you live and you learn niggaz never will learn Burn heavily, burn when streets and music merge Niggaz comin' at me sideways Nigga get your hammer and let's do this the right way for real
You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)
You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)
If you scared nigga, get a gun, don't go get a dog Got a 44 long to put your ass in a morgue You peace talk with your pistol, I send niggaz to get you Ten grand to hit you, the shells are sure to split you
You chrome spot drop, gun in the stash box Get your bitch ass shot standin' around here The flow so hot, they say I got it locked Hold on a second, homey, let's get this clear
The wrist stay rocked, the ruger stay cocked I hope you smoke a lot 'cause I supply a weed spot Now I got a question and I need the answer on the spot Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That bitch you with, she like you or she like what you got
It's 50 Cent and M O B B, breath easy We ain't finna kill nothin', we just chillin' nigga But look, dog, don't go actin' loco You in Queens, you a long way from Kansas
You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)
You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)
Ay yo, why dudes walk around with those on the hip? The pocket or the box nigga wherever they fit You know we done been through the worst of the shit All we know is how to survive, y'all niggaz eat a dick
Eat it quick, eat your food through the I.V fuckin' with P Need a plastic bag attachment to shit? Y'all make us so real ice grill faces, before them guns popped out Now you look like you seen death
You ain't ready for murder, don't play with these kids Upgrade to a set of wings, fuckin' with my clique Basically be a cold case fav real quick People that enjoy life they don't come to our set, place your bets
Your favorite rap is sex, I swell up niggaz heads Frail niggaz is dead, better get your weight up, yeah You heard what we said, bird niggaz ain't deaf Fuck y'all wanna do about it, huh? Straight up
You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)
You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun) You know we pop those thangs (Yo, you scared, get it, dog, you gully, get a gun)
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