[Intro: Rakim sample, Guilty Simpson]

"Clap–" "Clap your hands"

"Clap–" "Clap your hands"

"Clap–" Yeh, you know it

"Clap your hands" Yeah

Detroit City

Guilty Simpson "Clap–"

Clap it up, y'all

"Clap your hands"

Beats at will, yeah

[Verse 1: Guilty Simpson]

I don't really care what squad you wit'

'Cause a real nigga don't need sponsorship

And a posse don't make me hard

I'm a leader, so I gotta play these cards and face these odds

Ain't no time to chase these broads

Tryin' to get paper to create these jobs

And it's a fact, when you're Black, that you don't know how to act

When your belly-button's touchin your back, yeah

That's why a lot of us fuck with the crack

'Cause it's the easiest way to double your stacks

And all the hoes scream, "Where the hustlers at?"

Usually the pretty chick with the bubble in back

Word to Dilla Dawg, I'ma get it all

Combination safe behind the picture on the wall

Even though Moms raised me right

I swear to God, rap shit saved my life

[Hook: Guilty Simpson, Rakim sample, (Frankie Cutlass sample)]

Yeah, all the people in the back sippin 'gnac

We representin' for y'all niggas, do it!

"Clap your hand–"

"Clap–" C'mon, it's a party

"Clap your hands"

("You and you and you to clap your hands")

Everybody!

All my people with the drinks in your cups

Turn them muh'fuckers up and go nuts

[Verse 2: Guilty Simpson]

My mood swings like pendulums

I got two birds – one's a middle finger and, trust me, that's the friendly one

Because my Desert Eagle will kill all who envies him

We transport info quicker than Pentiums

I'm gutter, what I'm spittin' is classic

So walk on eggshells, or I bury you bastards

I rep The D, so when you speak about me

I'm the letter between "C" and "E"

In fact, I'm the "1" between "3" and "3"

With a smokin' gun, commitin' B-and-E's

And I don't fake at all, all I can be is me

And if you don't like it, I dare you to get excited

Detroit nigga, my area is the tightest

The raps come easy – live it, see it, and write it

Drug wars, shootouts, mentally sick men

Naturally, my breed's equipped with thick skin

[Hook: Guilty Simpson, Rakim sample, (Frankie Cutlass sample)]

Yeah, all the people in the back sippin 'gnac

We representin' for y'all niggas, do it!

"Clap your hand–"

"Clap–" C'mon, it's a party

"Clap your hands"

("You and you and you to clap your hands")

Everybody!

All my people with the drinks in your cups

Turn them muh'fuckers up and go nuts (Go nuts!)