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shake for me, aye
Girl I see that glance
I grab you by the hand
Gave you couple racks 
Now shake it for your mans
Your body so flawless 
Got me drippin in

me with your left hand you got ain't no mannas
I been carrying man for too long I think I need a massage
I think I need a back rub
She said plus 1 but

Devil pulled his guns his one last chance
Clap of thunder and a flash to match
Devil fell cuz my hands were fast
Landed on his knees so I put my guns back

Devil pulled his guns his one last chance
Clap of thunder and a flash to match
Devil fell cuz my hands were fast
Landed on his knees so I put my guns back

Devil pulled his guns his one last chance
Clap of thunder and a flash to match
Devil fell cuz my hands were fast
Landed on his knees so I put my guns back

Moon in Cancer

UTD

Urban Thermo-Dynamics

1999

to dance
He claps his hands, we share an awkward glance

[ CHORUS ]
Sun is falling
Moon is rising
(Yes yes y'all
Ah freak freak y'all
Freak freak y'all

Why You Hate the Game [Exclusive]

Nas

Street Wars, Vol. 16: Official

wheels off his curtains.
I don't need no encore, no claps, no cheers,
The Game ain't over, this the beginning of my career,
The ending of yours

are Uncured, condemned to die. 
When will you take my advice?
Change your life, end your misery. 

End your misery.

CLAP THOSE FUCKIN HANDS! Here we

On a horse with no name
I heard the sound of silence
In the sunshine of your love
I want to hold your hand
Cause I can't get enough

So that's the thing
That's

the lone ranger
Through the desert in a yellow caddy
With a black haired blue eyed stranger
White dress outside drying
I've been fear for flying
I overtake

the portrait
 of a Black boy

in bloom,

the brown eyed baby

Whose birth's purpose

Was to unearth poems.

When I was in the 9th grade,

I became brilliant

the portrait
 of a Black boy

in bloom,

the brown eyed baby

Whose birth's purpose

Was to unearth poems.

When I was in the 9th grade,

I became brilliant

and cross your legs fold your hands
They tossing the whip I'm getting dirt on my pants perspiration from sweat glands
We've just came from church sir First

a baby
I cannot understand
I keep that commie tommy gun under my pants
In my hands
Make you dance
Fuck a no melody
I am the melody
Kill the beat

Cocaine Central

Wu-Block

Wu Block

2012

learn, you gon' teach to your seed
Yo, but I don't give a fuck, I clap off, try me, nigga
Keep that featherweight by me, nigga, yeah

Cocaine central,

moonlight

Standing up the top of that lonely hill
Spared by the company mines
My blue-eyed baby with her best dress on
In the shadow of a lonely pine

packages

Turn the other cheek, 'cuz this track I be smackin' it

But don't clap, 'cuz this style'll bust caps

I'm jiggy and all that, black and get control

Toes tapping
Waiting by the train
Corner by the booth taking shelter from the rain
Virginia Slim cig
It flickered in her hand
Swear there was

Bad Dream

Twiztid

Cryptic Collection

2002

I'm back, blowin' up like the World Trade
Throw your hands in the air while the music plays
Comin' live and direct from Dimension X
Where bitches

plan
Images of grandeur by Jamel Shabazz, Dapper Dan
Clap your hands whether you in Paterson or Pakistan
Richard Wright, black boy that grew into

favourite desire. (your least favourite desire)

If you're happy and you know it clap your damn hands.
So as I'm spitting lines you should try and go

naughty/treeshy thothy/stunna this remix is a body/
Shorty bad fb pose/tik tok do a dance with it/wagon challenge on the gram make it clap no hands with it/back

Believe in unity
If one hand doesn't clap
Then give a hand so we start movin we
Can breathe again
Give a hand, be brave so we can save
The earth that's

Exalt the fury
Bow down to the vice
I take from the sky when the sun's out of sight
Black eyed force
Cold militia of night
I spit bile at the gospel