Lyrics:
genocide
That's when the rappers go get the clappers
Can't you see they trying to strap us just to trap us, good god it's backwards
One nation
make one rapper, convert to, gun clapper,
That acting buckwild, boy you know that ain't your style,
Plus your thug profile is now reflecting
the message
18 points on my brand new record
Dart clapper
Ran like a snapper
Watch out for Cappa
Make way
Why'll cats ain't ready for me and the DJ
We see
the message
18 points on my brand new record
Dart clapper
Ran like a snapper
Watch out for Cappa
Make way
Why'll cats ain't ready for me and the DJ
We see
a trapper
Or a gun clapper, make sure your weapon is hype
We got all kinds of shooters, sprayers, pitchers
Nigga who hit playa, catch you in ya gators
a dapper
I'll stop you in you're midst with a blitz von clapper
Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a don
You're looking at you're Avirex thinking
supplyin the drugs?
I'm your boss that's boss, pretty much I bought you that Porsche
And pretty much I'm 'bout to auction you off
to the highest clapper, get
for the baddest bitch, I came here to collect
Big momma, big dollars
Big choppers, go, "Bracka"
Hit hopper, flow hotter
Ass clapper, show stopper
you disrespect you get the tech
I turn you fake niggaz on and off, like I'm the clapper
I rob so many niggaz, they should call me Jack the Rapper
out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock (uh, uh)
Well, I'm the the toe tapper, yes, the hand clapper
From the middle school like the educated
back in the days
The Educator Clapper is housin' your coke and the spray
Barbershop niggaz, always wind up fuckin around
One minute you hot, next
out to place my vote at the polls for Ad Rock (uh, uh)
Well, I'm the the toe tapper, yes, the hand clapper
From the middle school like the educated
coming through your speaker
I'm a clapper not a speaker
Ashed out my zoot with my Valentino sneaker
Local slanger, neighbourhood dealer
E15 banger me
a good girl but she a lowkey badders
I'm with the real heat clappers
Rolling in bangers in them Stoney swaggers
I don't know these rappers
And she ain't
4-6 niggas to come jack ya boy
We gon' jack you don't get wrapped up
We got hittas call 'em clappers
We gon rob 'em if he taxin'
We go hard cause
Clappers a go buss louder dan a giant
Grand Market, AM go to PM
Get a call from Blacks, not UIM
Africa di motherland seh Addi bumayeng
Beautiful Island,
it.''
A man that's been bred to the plough,
Might be deav'd wi' its clamorous clapper;
Yet there's few but would suffer the sough,
After kenning what's
still a dapper
retaliate with gun clapper
truthfully i can't see very well
don't flatter your self your any girl
them boy's shoulda said need ta
clappers
Even bitch-ass, shook-ass niggas ("YEAH") like y'all
Get on your ?("YEAH"), get out the blood on your ?married character?
Kitten-ass faces
tangled in your broken kite
It's hard to be Ben Franklin but
Try staying against the light
Old clapper you can step inside
Accustomed to the rust your
the clappers?
I am not shaken, no need for maracas
Or apparatus, put in the work and spend money on motors and slappers
Why are we frontin' like it even
case
If my soul shall rise, I'ma lift the hood up like tray martin
I'm a clapper, they targets
They trappers, I'm a convict slash escape artist
I'm
and double your lips
This be the dumbest shit I ever wrote
No Tupac Shakur just two shots you floor listen
The gun clapper, the dumb rapper, the young
teacher
This gum flapper swear he a gun clapper
Nah sumthin' backwards he really a dumb rapper
The trap on the corner with the oil spillin'
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