Get Clapped (Feat. Mobb Deep)

My niggas feel different, cause everything is good
They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy, we can do it anywhere
There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin', I'll make him disappear

Whoa, ay nigga
Fuck all the slick talk, get bread instead
Stay low, strap up, metal on infrared
Too smooth, won't slip, new jewels, don't trip
Been around the world twice, jet, Lear, boat, dip
Oh shit, I'm hella rowdy and I'm nothin' nice
Money ain't shit but a number, name your fuckin' price
Dick rider, coattailor, ass kisser
Sucker for love, type to pick up the glass slipper
Look around, ask nigga, before you add liquor
Cause bein' a ad-libber'll be in the bag with ya
I'm seein' a bad picture of bein' the cab skipper
Broke as fuck, waitin' for Satan to come and get ya
Keep your clique tight, know your goals
Don't speed, slow your roll, don't speak, learn the codes
Before they pop your ass, barbecue your body
With beams out of the shotty
While I'm in the Maserati with somethin' that's known as sloppy

My niggas feel different, cause everything is good
They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy, we can do it anywhere
There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin', I'll make him disappear

My trigger finger is fiendin', a nigga pay as a demon
Nigga, my fangs start showin' if I'm seein' you dreamin'
Get too close and I'm bustin', it won't be no discussion
I'm a boss, I don't speak, I just nod my head
And you turn up missin' with your own page in the feds
I got power, and I will flex on you real quick
Call your dogs, call your clique, hug your moms 'fore you split
Cause you ain't never gon' see that bitch again
And this ain't 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'
And I'm steady inclinin', that mean I'm still blowin' up
Got you burnt while you lookin', see my Ferrari in Brooklyn
On the corner of Murder and Fruit, so come through
I light your buildin' on fire, that's why these rappers retire
Cause they tired of dealin' with the niggas like me

My niggas feel different, cause everything is good
They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy, we can do it anywhere
There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin', I'll make him disappear

Yeah, now enough with all the lame shit and the wrestlin' games, kid
I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with
I need the block to fill the best that I came with
I need the cops to get the fuck off my dick
Different day, same shit, media and paparazzi love
Envy and betrayal, my heart's cold as hockey gloves
I light it up and take off, that be from broccoli high
Chocolate thai, green skunk, South Jamaica queens, punk
Stand up, your balls back, put your grams up
Get money, you ain't heard nothin' but a hit from me
Quit, dummy, cause it's the changin' of the gods
Beat bitches over the head and cave into the squad
And they barely fall victim cause they raised 'em up so hard
So my nine is on my hip, and my praises up to God
Cause we in a battlefield where the razors leave the scars
And the lasers leave the holes, slugs in another's robes

My niggas feel different, cause everything is good
They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood
Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat
Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat
Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care
Cause I ain't camera shy, we can do it anywhere
There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear
A nigga come slippin', I'll make him disappear

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, P
Fuck these niggas, man
I'll buck these niggas, man
Can't nobody else get no money
This is our year
Next year is our year
The year after is our year
The year after is our year
Yeah
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