Clap First

[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.. 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 bullshit Word to the tally hope my hammer clap, more than a lil' bit You f**kin with lil' bitches 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 bitch, 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 shit 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 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-a*s 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]