[Chorus] We just clap and revolve We just clap and revolve We just clap and revolve We just clap We just clap (Who want to pop off to the head get popped off Nigga) We just clap and revolve You don't wanna start no drama You, You, You don't wanna stop no drama
Yeah We getting paper hear Yeah Got that crown holders shirt on, got like a million diamonds on it Ten million written all over that
We just clap and revolve We just clap and revolve We just clap and revolve You don't wanna start no drama We just clap and revolve We just clap and revolve
[1st Verse] Nine check Forty check K's check You be the first to go Haze yes Ye yes Motherfucker this is business, never personal This Coca baby I'm an 88er I put work in these streets Now do yourself the favor You bring the drama Then drama leads to choppers Then them choppers get to sprayin' And somebody need a doctor now You not an actor, not a rapper You's a clapper, you's a trapper Got a ratchet, so why you hire coppers now It is what it is; I got the gliz on me And don't nobody want it with the Big homey
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[2nd Verse] Nigga want beef with me Must be out of his mind Nigga think that Joey past his prime Layed his ass flat in the street Yeah I splattered his mind Walk away with his life and his shines Yeah, I smell pussy pussy Yeah pussy pussy That's how h e looked when I left his fuckin face gushy Ask about it Cracks about it Went back to the crib and then we laughed about it I'm a rider, I'm a sider - I'n a money maker I decided you's a liar when it comes to paper Broad day we could clap it in these streets Middle the PJ's make em bring out these sheets
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[3rd Verse] I got a thing for my little buddy That black Mac do his thing Leave a Nigga ugly Yo tell me the best of the best wont fix em We'll open your chest Nigga Your just a victim And I'm a rat killer You hear that BR-Rat Nigga I don't rap infact I'm just that Nigga Yeah it's crack Nigga A lot of bitches like to talk Make em bite they tongue Lot of niggaz claim New York but they not the one I'm in the streets muh'fucker you could call me Harlem You Bedstuy like Biggie The big homeys a problem Bronx bomber I'll leave you comatose We don't dance in your face, you muh'fuckers chokeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
