Clap Ya Hammers

[TJ:] T.J.<br>[Bath:] Bathgate nigga<br>[TJ:] Rico-la nigga<br>[Bath:] Y`all get ready<br><br>[Chorus]<br>Clap ya hands now people clap now<br>Clap ya hands now people clap ya hands<br><br>[T.J.]<br>Now what you know bout the kid on the strip<br>Mack extend a clip<br>I seen pappy get a brick<br>or crack from fity fifth<br>I`m not a game, I`m a gangsta<br>Slap you with the fifth<br>Lay low, eh yo! Back up in the mix<br>I`m a two time felon, two time rebellin<br>Do crime, do time, no sides are tellin<br>Rather blow with the case<br>Never roll with the state<br>Name hold heavy weight<br>I sold crack in every state<br>that I been through<br>I got plenty shots to send you<br>Your man too, better back up like an (?)<br>Whoa, you dudes don`t really want it<br>I cock that glock back, bullets all in your stomach<br>I`m gangsta, thats with a capital G<br>Y`all niggas pranksters, don`t wanna battle with me<br>Cause I take it the streets while y`all fakin on beats<br>The type that wanna speak when y`all faced with the heat<br>Dat ain`t gangsta<br><br>[Bathgate]<br>Naw that ain`t gangsta at all<br>Y`all niggas is soft<br>I kill style I`m rippen em off<br>Keep them dudes like hand nails, clippin em off<br>Man I`m attached to my money like I`m cotten em off (<--- ??)<br>Gates, fucka, the flow great make ruckus<br>And I know X make them broads real great suckas<br>The hammers speak well when a nigga cake suffer<br>I`m good with that wooden spoon and that cake fluffer<br><br>[Chorus x3]<br><br>[Bathgate]<br>They say the smallest nigga is the first nigga to clap<br>I`m the smallest nigga with the three eighty and black<br>Size nine nine shells and the tips is flat<br>Now thats perfect for bone breakin when its rippin the fat<br>Mother fuckas I ain`t talkin, I`m just kickin the facts<br>Mother fuckas kick back while I`m kickin my spack<br>And put you on a new rap, full of diesel and crack<br>Show you niggas how to sell it before its lethal and packed<br>And I`m good with the thirty thirty hittin your hood<br>This your maniac in black, mister Gate Eastwood<br>My word travel like a twenty two leavin the barrel<br>And my teflon apparel can`t be pierced with an arrow<br>See I`m shootin from the three and not closin the box<br>I like changed when my grand-daddy shot my pops<br>My whole outlook on life is a bird`s view of the block<br>Fuck freeze, nigga please, I`m usin the glock<br>Now thats gangsta, thats with a capital G<br>Thought I told y`all dudes y`all faggots to me<br>The type I slap up, get guns and clap up<br>You niggas ain`t that tough, I dare you to act up<br>I been real before John Lopez<br>And my finger up on this trigger got an itch like dopeheads<br>So please don`t get it confused<br>My gun`ll spit at you dudes<br>Like little kids with bad manners we clap them hammers<br><br>[Chorus x3]