Get Clapped Ft Mobb Deep Testo

[Lloyd Banks:] Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped (You get clapped nigga) [Prodigy:] Front on me and get clapped Front on him and get clapped Front on us and get clapped (Get clapped, Get Clapped) [Chorus: Havoc] Now niggas feel different, cause everything is good They actin like i changed, like I went hollywood Like I dont keep it street, like I aint got the heat Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat Like I ain't for the beef, like I dont really care Cause I aint camera shy, we can do it anywhere There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear A nigga come up slippin, I'll make 'em disappear [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Aye nigga, fuck all the slick talk Get bread, instead Stay low, strapped up, metal on, inf red Too smooth, won't slip, new jewels don't trip Been around the world twice, Jet, leer, boat, whip, oh shit I'm hella roudy and I'm nothin nice Money ain't shit but a number, name your fuckin price Dickrider, coattailer, ass kisser, sucker for love Type to pick up the glass slipper Look around, ass nigga, before you add liquor Cause bein a ad-libber, it'll be in the bag with ya I'm seein the bad picture, of bein the cab skipper Broke as fuck, waitin for satin to come and get ya Keep your click tight, know your goals Don't speak, slow your roll Don't speak, learn the codes, before they pop your ass Barbeque your body, with beans outta the shotty While I'm in the Mazzaradi, with somethin thats gon slob me [Chorus: Havoc] Now niggas feel different, cause everything is good They actin like i changed, like I went hollywood Like I dont keep it street, like I aint got the heat Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat Like I ain't for the beef, like I dont really care Cause I aint camera shy, we can do it anywhere There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear A nigga come up slippin, I'll make 'em disappear [Verse 2: Prodigy] My trigger finger is fiendin, that nigga P is a demon Nigga, my fangs start showin if I'm seein you dreamin Get too close and I'm bussin, there won't be no discussion I'm a boss I dont speak, I just nodd my head And you turn up missin with your own page in the FEDs I got power and I will flex on you real quick For your dawgs, for your click, hug your moms before you split Cause you ain't ever gonna see that bitch again And this ain't a war nigga we just havin fun with ya Like a bear with a baby, if I smack you I might kill ya Half a million in diamonds, half a billion from rhymin And I'm steady and climbin, that means I'm still growin up Got you burned while you lookin, see my Ferrari in Brooklyn On the corner, I'm murderin groups, so come through I'll light your building on fire, thats why these rappers retired Cause they tired, of dealin with them niggas like me (Get clapped..) [Chorus: Havoc] Now niggas feel different, cause everything is good They actin like i changed, like I went hollywood Like I dont keep it street, like I aint got the heat Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat Like I ain't for the beef, like I dont really care Cause I aint camera shy, we can do it anywhere There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear A nigga come up slippin, I'll make 'em disappear [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Yeeuh Now enough with all the lame shit and wrestlin games kid I need the rocks to fill the rest of the chain with I need the block to feel the best that I came with I need the cops to get the fuck off my dick Different day, same shit Media and poparrazi love, envy and betrayal, My heart's cold as hockey gloves I light it up and take off that beef and brocolli high Chocolate thai, gleam, stunk, South Jamaica Queens punk Stand up, your boy is back, put your grams up, get money, You ain't heard nothin but a hit from me, quit dummy Becuase its the changing of the gods Beat bitches over the head, the caveman of the squad And they barely for a victim because they raised him up so hard So my nine is on my hip and my praise is up to god Because we in a battlefield, where the razors lead to scars And the lazers lead to holes, slugs, in and out your clothes [Chorus: Havoc] Now niggas feel different, cause everything is good They actin like i changed, like I went hollywood Like I dont keep it street, like I aint got the heat Like I ain't homicide, all over the beat Like I ain't for the beef, like I dont really care Cause I aint camera shy, we can do it anywhere There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear A nigga come up slippin, I'll make 'em disappear [Lloyd Banks:] Yeeeeah, yeaaaaah, yeeeeaah, yeeeeeuh! Ayo P, fuck these niggas man I'll buck these niggas man Can't nobody else get no money This is our year Next year is our year The next year is our year The year after is our year YEEUH- G-G-G-G-UNIT!