The Clapper - Intellectual

[Intro: Jay Dee]

Uh, yeah, this is for all my street niggas

Feel it, bounce, uh

Survival of the fittest, uh

They out here to get us y'all

What you gon' do, what you gon' do?

Clap on, clap off

Never take your muthafuckin' strap off

Keep the safety on but don't take it off

Where I'm from, niggas be waiting to break you off

They'll see you out in the streets and they peepin' you out

Let 'em catch you slippin' and end up with a piece in yo mouth

It ain't over 'cause they got the keys to your house

Your weed and your car, 'bout to spend your G's at the bar

Fuck that, I know better

You can't floss around niggas with no cheddar

See these niggas with no cheese, they hungry for real

They hunting to kill and will give you something to feel up in the field

7 Mile and Ryan, niggas dyin', tryin' to pump gas and got pumped in the ass

Shit, better get something to blast back at them some

'Cause accidents happen, uh

Clap on, clap off

Never take your muthafuckin' strap off

Keep the safety on but don't take it off

Can't afford to slip, nothin' but clips up in my nine

'Cause nowadays and times, it ain't too good on the grind

Niggas pockets like ouch, fell off in the drought

Got snot nose, nappy-headed kids on the couch

Time's running out, rent's due, so what he do?

Grab the twenty two and try to stick it to you

But no, not Blu, I pack more than a double deuce

When you see me roll through, a hundred spokes on the coupe

I'm heated, not to be cheated, fuck around and get your face deleted

I'm waitin' on a broke nigga hatin', take a toke when I'm blazin'

'Til your head start achin'

Ain't no brains and all, slugs penetratin'

Funeral in the makin'

Keep my eyes on the streets like streetlights

Nigga think I'm lyin' try to creep and get three strikes

You outta there, y'all niggas know y'all outta there

Yeah, come on with the real, if y'all niggas fakin' the funk

Y'all know y'all outta there, come wit' it, get live with it