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Gun Clap

"Gun Clap" Lyrics by Onyx

Walkin down the street with my, glock in my hand





No safety, you know it and our guns don’t jam


Keep one in the hand and no need for c***in





When n***** start the poppin them shells get to droppin





[Chorus 2X]





f*** rap music, this is gun clap music





f*** rap music, this is gun clap music





f*** rap music, this is gun clap music





Load it up, c*** it back and blast to it





[Fredro Starr]





Yo, who shot ya?It’s too late to try to operate





Hard escape through New York State





It’s on killa, f*** all the n***** that hate





I can feel ya shook when ya walk through the gate





Your heartbeat break like a Kay Slay tape





Bust guns to this, raisin the crime rate





n***** better blast when it’s time to shoot





n***** on the roof tryna blast at you





See me in the six coupe, twins engine





Skiddin, murder scene left, God ridden





New guns, old guns, need to test those





I burn, baby, burn like sniffin asbestos





Bust low, reload and stay low





I twist more caps than the 40 oco





b****** know, could tell by the look on the thug face





The way they play it in the club, it ain’t safe





[Chorus]





[Sonsee]





A’yo I’m still not a hater but the heat’ll spray ya


Say hello to the bad guy, meet your creator





Your gone, locked down streets in blocks down east





Hopped out jeeps, knocked out teeth and chopped down beef





With the boxpound heat, it’s your option to die





Poppin the nine at ten, then guns in the sky





Grew up in the Stuy, peace to every ghetto





Up in the x-sincos with my n***** from Queens wit heavy metal





Drug raps through the PJ’s, ki’s and trees, now we payin DA’s





Gettin paid from three ways





Who wanna die?It won’t cost you a dollar





Get your boys to follow of course you still gonna holla





Money I’m sick, keep puttin clips in them rugers





And spit, you couldn’t measure my fifth with six rulers





Hold up killer, I’m all about gettin loot





And when I c*** back duke I’m givin glock tattoo





[Chorus]





[Sticky Fingaz]





Some say the bigger the gun, the more damage it do


I say the smaller the pistol, the better it shoot





I give a holla to my n***** in warfare





Sticky don’t care, if don’t nobody else care





And um, I’m always quick to reach for the glock





So if you run up in my spot m************ get shot





In these streets n***** drivin fives gettin set up





Forgive but don’t forget your benz’ll get wet up





n***** come around frontin, don’t believe ’em





You ain’t no killer you be layin there bleedin





Cause n**** you know me





Don’t make me blast you up and s***** your a** out the b





And b**** n***** don’t blast back





They like ladies, they take their ice chains to the casket





And since we all came from the hood





Got our name from the hood and our game from the hood





I think it’s time to kill for our good, time to heal our hood





Be real to our hood





And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies





That’ll take 380’s to school and get crazy





And to my sons tryna make ones





Sellin cracks on the blocks, watch out when the jake comes





And to my real thugs get up, I know you fed up n*****





But keep ya guns up





[Chorus]

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