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  • 作词 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita
    作曲 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita
    ClapYo, some *****s need the
    Henney to endure the drama
    All I need is information on your crib and armour
    When it comes to creepin' *****s know that
    I'm the father
    Need guns get your own gats and never charter
    Like a ****ed up barber
    I push your wig farther
    Pull strings have you gettin' clapped and things
    My gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring
    Any ***** threatenin' my life's a done deal
    Watch a ***** get her fill
    Then she snitch and squeal
    Blow a ***** have 'em leakin' to the court of appeal
    Serchin' for
    Hav is like a search through fog
    How you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue
    *****s wanna spread their wings then
    I'm clippin' 'em off
    *****s wanna spread rumors
    I shoot their mouth off
    And clap a bastard in the first degree
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    And clap a bastard in the first degree
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    And clap a ***** in the first degree
    Yo, yo, you 'bout to be another dead rapper but who know
    Maybe its us, maybe its them other crews
    We'll see, 'til then, all
    I know is how to get the guns in
    And give it to a ***** good when he startin'
    **** that, **** y'all, **** all of this ****
    Y'all better protect that boy,
    I'll murder that kid
    You got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin'
    All you get is standin' ovation with mack 10's45ths and more **** we applaud it
    *****s runnin' wit cops, scared to go to war with
    Some real rap *****s, we'll catch you at the source awards
    From gettin' at this *****, pardon my force
    You better get from around that ***** or you catchin' it too
    Your power is no match for my strength of wolves
    ***** we came into this game on this drama ****
    More money more murder that's how we live it
    More diamonds more guns is the beginnin'
    More of this gangsta **** can wear you out
    *****s see my gold max and you went all out
    I clap a bastard in the first degree
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    And clap a bastard in the first degree
    Degree in drama knowledge, you ***** just pay the homage
    You *****s should be abolished for that rappin' ass garbage
    To me, you just a target, easy to hit
    With that loud bark
    Stevie Wonder couldn't even miss
    Then it's 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin' hit
    And ripped, like a whole *****, by the vultures
    Rusty ass germs *****s already know this
    Kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with
    Prada'd up,
    Gucci'd up, died on some fly ****
    Regulate a wig split a little ***** big *****
    Any ***** kill you your man to the pen ****
    So **** *****s they ain't on my level'
    Cuz I been did it
    Talk about cliques most infamous run with it
    Catch your body's syndrome, most *****s sick with it
    And clap a ***** in the first degree
    Aiyyo, fall back, step back, we built to last
    Get back, move back, this is that smash
    This is that murder you *****s get bucked
    Your image gets shattered your *****es get ****ed
    We Mobb Deep anytime we stomp *****s out
    Or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out
    How heavy it plays out, you *****s is assed out
    Take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down
    So we wildin', for two thousand and two poundin'
    Any ***** out runnin' with their mouth bound 'em
    Guns clap security be callin' for back up[Incomprehensible] bullets
    Drop leavin' them bagged up
    Why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's
    They spin like how the 44 spun on you
    And clap you *****s in the first degree
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    And clap a bastard in the first degree
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    And clap a ***** in the first degree
  • 作词 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita
    作曲 : Albert Johnson/Kejuan Muchita
    ClapYo, some *****s need the
    Henney to endure the drama
    All I need is information on your crib and armour
    When it comes to creepin' *****s know that
    I'm the father
    Need guns get your own gats and never charter
    Like a ****ed up barber
    I push your wig farther
    Pull strings have you gettin' clapped and things
    My gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring
    Any ***** threatenin' my life's a done deal
    Watch a ***** get her fill
    Then she snitch and squeal
    Blow a ***** have 'em leakin' to the court of appeal
    Serchin' for
    Hav is like a search through fog
    How you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue
    *****s wanna spread their wings then
    I'm clippin' 'em off
    *****s wanna spread rumors
    I shoot their mouth off
    And clap a bastard in the first degree
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    And clap a bastard in the first degree
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    And clap a ***** in the first degree
    Yo, yo, you 'bout to be another dead rapper but who know
    Maybe its us, maybe its them other crews
    We'll see, 'til then, all
    I know is how to get the guns in
    And give it to a ***** good when he startin'
    **** that, **** y'all, **** all of this ****
    Y'all better protect that boy,
    I'll murder that kid
    You got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin'
    All you get is standin' ovation with mack 10's45ths and more **** we applaud it
    *****s runnin' wit cops, scared to go to war with
    Some real rap *****s, we'll catch you at the source awards
    From gettin' at this *****, pardon my force
    You better get from around that ***** or you catchin' it too
    Your power is no match for my strength of wolves
    ***** we came into this game on this drama ****
    More money more murder that's how we live it
    More diamonds more guns is the beginnin'
    More of this gangsta **** can wear you out
    *****s see my gold max and you went all out
    I clap a bastard in the first degree
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    And clap a bastard in the first degree
    Degree in drama knowledge, you ***** just pay the homage
    You *****s should be abolished for that rappin' ass garbage
    To me, you just a target, easy to hit
    With that loud bark
    Stevie Wonder couldn't even miss
    Then it's 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin' hit
    And ripped, like a whole *****, by the vultures
    Rusty ass germs *****s already know this
    Kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with
    Prada'd up,
    Gucci'd up, died on some fly ****
    Regulate a wig split a little ***** big *****
    Any ***** kill you your man to the pen ****
    So **** *****s they ain't on my level'
    Cuz I been did it
    Talk about cliques most infamous run with it
    Catch your body's syndrome, most *****s sick with it
    And clap a ***** in the first degree
    Aiyyo, fall back, step back, we built to last
    Get back, move back, this is that smash
    This is that murder you *****s get bucked
    Your image gets shattered your *****es get ****ed
    We Mobb Deep anytime we stomp *****s out
    Or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out
    How heavy it plays out, you *****s is assed out
    Take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down
    So we wildin', for two thousand and two poundin'
    Any ***** out runnin' with their mouth bound 'em
    Guns clap security be callin' for back up[Incomprehensible] bullets
    Drop leavin' them bagged up
    Why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's
    They spin like how the 44 spun on you
    And clap you *****s in the first degree
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    And clap a bastard in the first degree
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    Bust that, gimme that, ***** get clapped
    And clap a ***** in the first degree