Get Clapped Lyrics - Rotten Apple - Lloyd Banks

Front on me and get clapped 

Front on him and get clapped 

Front on us and get clapped 

You get clapped n**** 

Front on me and get clapped 

Front on him and get clapped 

Front on us and get clapped 

Get clapped, get clapped 

I know this feel different 'cause everything is good 

They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood 

Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat 

Like I ain't homicide all over the beat 

Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care 

'Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it anywhere 

There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear 

A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear 

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Ay n**** f*** 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, lear, boat, whip 

Oh s***, I'm hella rowdy and I'm nothin' nice 

Money ain't s*** but a number name ya f***in' price 

D*** rider, coat Taylor, a** kisser, sucker for love 

Type to pick up the glass slipper 

Look around a** n**** before you add liquor 

'Cause bein' an ad-libber he'll be in a bag with ya 

I'm seein' a bad picture of bein' a cab skipper 

Broke as f*** waitin' for Satan to come and get ya 

Keep ya clique tight, know ya goals 

Don't speed, slow ya role, don't speak, learn the codes 

For they pop ya a** barbecue ya body with beans 

Outta the shoty while I'm in the Maserati 

With somethin' that's gonna swallow me 

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I know this feel different 'cause everything is good 

They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood 

Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat 

Like I ain't homicide all over the beat 

Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care 

'Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it anywhere 

There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear 

A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear 

My trigger finger feenin' that n**** P is a demon 

N**** my fangs start showin' if I'm seein' you dreamin' 

Get too close and I'm ****** it won't be no discussion 

I'ma boss, I don't speak, I just nod my head 

And you turn up missin' with ya own page in the feds 

I got power and I will flex on you real quick 

Call ya dawgs, call ya trick, hug ya momz for you split 

'Cause you ain't never gone see that b**** again 

And this ain't a war n**** we just havin' fun with ya 

Like a bed with a baby, if I smack ya I might **** 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 of murda and duke, so come through 

I'll light ya buildin' on fire that's why these rappers retire 

'Cause they tired of dealin' with the n****z like me 

I know this feel different 'cause everything is good 

They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood 

Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat 

Like I ain't homicide all over the beat 

Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care 

'Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it anywhere 

There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear 

A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear 

Now enough with all the lame s*** 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 f*** off of my d*** 

Different day, same s*** media and paparazzi love 

Envy and betrayal, my heart's cold as hockey gloves 

I light it up and take off that beef and broccoli high 

Chocolate tie, green skunk, south Jamaica queens punk 

Stand up ya boy's back put ya grams up 

Get money you ain't heard nothin' but a hit from me 

Quit dummy 'cause it's a changin' of the guards 

Beat b****es over the head the caveman of the squad 

And he barely fell victim 'cause they raised him up so hard 

So my 9 is on my hip and my praise is up to God 

'Cause we in a battlefield where the razors lead to scars 

And the lasers lead to holes, s**** in n out ya clothes 

I know this feel different 'cause everything is good 

They actin' like I changed, like I went Hollywood 

Like I don't keep it street, like I ain't got the heat 

Like I ain't homicide all over the beat 

Like I ain't for the beef, like I don't really care 

'Cause I ain't camera shy we can do it anywhere 

There's diamonds in my chain, there's diamonds in my ear 

A n**** come slippin' I'll make him disappear 

Hey, ayo P, I'll buck these n****z 

Can't nobody else get no money? 

This is our year, next year is our year 

The year after is our year, the year after is our year 

Yeah, G-Unit