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Proof Clap With Me

And with my last breath still screamin I.F., clap wit me [Chorus] [Proof] King Gordy brought the pain and Jewels he fought the lames I played with

all niggaz want war, clap clap, Oh really? I watch niggaz slang packs in front of the deli Got 20 inch chrome sittin on my perili Lorenzo on the Benzo nigga you feel me

't stop us We turn a Profit P-P-P-P-Profit the Profit We make a P-P-P-P-Profit, Profit Yeah in the hood they call me Joey the profit If you listen close

gone Like Kieth Murry when he threw a stool and hit a girl acci-dently (argghhh!!) I do this with Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof are you with me

with me You poke a stick at a big boy you get bit B These words stick to you like crazy glue When you diss me cause they just bounce off me like bullets

it Hit you with 6 shots lay the law down and throw the shells in my pocket Getting mine with nine coked extorting Block shots with 22's with my socks with

and now the war is on (Back) And we gon' celebrate when you get murdered, deceased and gone Retaliation is a must when you fuck with us Tell me what

, for, Hook: Clap your hands everybody don't act like you never saw me just clap your hands everybody and everybody clap your hands Clap your hands everybody don't act like you never saw me just clap

the same thing So if you say them punk nigga you say me I be in L.A. G, get at me when you see me Catch you in O.C., and in the bag you'll be leaving