Clap On - 8Ball & MJG, Yung Joc

Lay it down, lay it down, cock suckaz

All you hatas and bustas best beware

'Cause the niggas that brought you

Comin' Out Hard

On the Outside Lookin' In

On Top of the World

Space Age Pimpin'

And Living Legends

The muthafuckaz back

Guns cocked and reloaded

Hmm, and they Ridin' High, bitch

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Big face rubber band gimme that shit, nigga

You don’t need it anyway, loudmouth bitch nigga

Snitch nigga at the club like he ain’t done nuttin' Chest poked out, cock sucka,

you don’t run nuttin' Okay, I’ma pull a muthafuckin' O. J

Leave the premises bloody, ride off with the yay

Pray you don’t ever see it unfold in your face

Nigga, this shit matte black, sip it, get a taste

Off wit’cha fuckin' head, dispose of the body

Put the work on the street, wrist froze at the party

This here certified industry, never me

Disrespect, boy, you know what it’s gon' be

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My nigga you know what it’s finna to be, death to my enemy

Potna, you’re no kin to me, tell it to the guillotine

Heard you been spillin' beans, birds from the Philippines

One serve, judge tellin' me he finna sentence me

I ain’t finna go back for nann nigga, naw

One phone call, bullets comin' through your walls

Play about my mu’fukin money and that’s all

My niggas tote throwaways, fuck the law

Goons on deck with the TECs and the sawed-off

Shots to your neck, what’s next, get hauled off

Got 'em, shot 'em, bullets bouncin', losin' blood by the ounces

Mama cryin' up a river when the news announces

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I’m pimp tight MJG plenty ammunition

In my coat pocket, when I squeeze I’ma get attention

You can talk shit, just don’t put my name in it

This is real life and I don’t play games in it

I’m a stranger to you, so you can’t handle me

You ain’t killin' nuttin' but your homeboys and your league

You can bump your gums, all that bullet talk you say

Don’t mean shit, mu’fucka, this a new day

You can never play like piano, you sloppy

Caught you slippin' like Gianni Versace

I’m like The Wire, you don’t wanna start shit

I get a dyke to kill you and dump you in some apartments

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Got this strap willin' to knock ya cap off (Ya cap off)

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