The Clapper

(*police sirens in background*) (Jay Dee) Uggh, uggh, yea this is for all my street niggas, Feel it Bounce, survival of the fittest they out here to get us yall What you gon do, what you gon do? (Chorus) Clap on, clap off, clap on, clap off Never take your muthafuckin strap off Keep the safety on but don't take it off (Jay Dee) Where I'm from, niggas be waiting to break you off They'll see you out in the streets and they peepin you out Let em catch you slippin and end up with a piece in yo mouth It ain't over cause they got the keys to your house Your weed and your car bout to spend your G's at the bar Fuck that!! I know betta you can't floss round niggas with no cheddar See these niggas with no cheese they hungry for real They hunting to kill and will give you somthing to fill up in the field 7 mile and Ryan niggas dyin, tryin to pump gas and got pumped in the Ass Shittt betta get something to blast back at them some, this happen huhh (Bridge) Clap on, clap off Clap on, Clap off Never take your muthafuckin strap off Keep the safety on but don't take it off (Blu) Can't afford to slip, nothin but clips up in my nine Cause know days and times it ain't too good on the grind Niggas pockets like ouch, fell off in the drought Got snot nose nappy headed kids on the couch Times running out rents due, so what he do? Grab the twenty two and try to stick it to you But no not Blu I pack more than a double duece When you see me roll thru 100 spokes on the coupe I'm heated not to be cheated fuck around and get yo face deleted I'm waitin on ah broke nigga hatin' take a toke when I'm blazin Till your head start achin' ain't no praise to god Straight penetratin' funeral in the makin Keep my eyes on the streets like street lights Nigga think I'm lyin' try to creap fuck around and get 3 strikes (Jay Dee) You outta there, y'all niggas know y'all outta there Yea come on with the real if y'all niggas fakin the funk Yall know y'all outta there, come wit it, get live with it