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Clap Wit Me - текст песни



Clap Wit Me


"You're the lyrics of my liiiife.."


"You're the end, of my storyyyyy.."








Uhh, you know Proof, D12, Shady Records all day


New kids nothin, we skippin through the hallways


All praise I.F., Motor City giants


Name been on bubble since Salam dropped the Pyrex


Out to stack the cake up, my group will never break up


The world been sleep long enough, they better wake up


Don't sport a Jacob, bling just the same


Remain in the D, it's the kingdom I claim


Never leavin the fame, born to be great


Walk to the door of a quarter 'til eight


Haters hate but they late with the jump off


I'm in the game to maintain, no reason to jump off, come on














"8 Mile" was dope, Obie brought heat


Emile on the beat, 50 kept us in the street


It's my destiny to be, the truth nevertheless


Nothin new your boy Proof is better than best


Elliot Ness to these fuckin gangsters and killers


Bankin they millions they all wanksters and squealers


My first spit with the Tony Toca


D-Tweezy "Ride to Death" is our only slogan


Dreams of fuckin J-Lo, Hood is on the payroll


Lockland and 3rd Precinct screamin "Free Yayo"


If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tec


And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me














King Gordy brought the pain and Jewels he fought the lames


I played with the wrong cheek in which I got the flames


I'm not ashamed, this is just a glimpse


Denaun drumline made G-Unit pimps (G-Unit!)


Proof is a wolf, shit I told you from jump


In a fast lane, no change of road or the bumps


Game is sold not told so I hold a swollen tongue


In Detroit I don't go by P, I'm Colemen Young


Holdin one with the tongue flow like Tiger Woods


Christina don't do it for me, shh, but Mya could


I am Suge to the rap game, rulin Purple Gang


We blow your mind like Kurt Cobain, knowmsayin?



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