Chill Moody - Clap lyrics

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibs] I wanted to be just like my big homie OJ Instead of going to college four years I cooked the 4 way King of the underground with no radio, pushing, no play Still got plenty of smokers and geekers up in my doorway Mama I'm gonna do it, dropping the [?] to it Poison in my two litter, im posted with my two heaters I know that my enemies pray I get smoked for this golden [?] Father please forgive me I done left n***as no longer breathing Broke, blind and crippled, tuned up in [?] Nothing but murder on my mind but my bottom line's the issue Girl don't hug and kiss you, saying you need some rehab Serve the chronic, make me an addict Guess I'ma be that n***a until my heart don't tick Yeah, the Indiana Godfather, Eastside b**h All is well when I bail, slang and bang 'til they tag my toe I let my nuts drag down to the floor, gangsta Gibbs baby, uh And if you don't know, now you know, n***a [Hook] Everybody clap your hands, go, go, go Everybody clap your hands, go, go, go, go, go, go [Verse 2: Chill Moody] Uh, plans to be the greatest, I *hok to* spit in the faces of those they hold sacred, call them over rated Haters looking at me sideways like I voted Reagen Screaming "bro!" but there's no relation, your flow is basic Grind and tired of waiting boosted up on that donorslist Been over patients, now how sick is that Mister Green on the track, I Jack the Rip for that Philly on my shoulders like Iverson had the Sixers back In them early double 0s, travel where trouble goes Landed at O Jays, cautious of undercover foes The backstabbers, they smile in your face Cards revealed they yell "Sorry!", move you out of your space It ain't a game though, well, at least that's how the saying go Bottles to the face, pour a little for the slain though On the road to the riches, tinted Durango Won't park 'til the sun sets, no Drain-no, go [Hook] Everybody clap your hands, go, go, go Everybody clap your hands, go, go, go, go, go, go [Verse 3: Apollo The Great] Uh, I wanted to be just like my big cousin Chad He took a few shoots, thought he was 2Pac but didn't rap Showed me what it was to be in a trap Start with nothing turn it into a step Cooking crack, well feeling that Looking back, yo I needed that The reason that these youngings is cold red Cause they ain't got official ohead Mine was, conduct, my father figured dropping juice on me I'm more advanced than a lot of n***as Thoroughbred mentality, if men challange me Guaranteed that end violently, then silently Talk to pigs, that's a no-no Offical like the polo with the little logo Do my dirt all by my dolo Now yo yo, waddup yo? n***as is cutthroat, murder for anything but those scandalous s*ut hoes The streets flood of the drug sold to the snub nose n***as fronting in the front, shots ringing when the club close [Outro] *I went through trials and tribulations, that's why I'm here, yeah. We all make mistakes, yeah and you do reap what you sow. So don't think you don't. You know I got involved with d** and that's why I'm here. But this is not who I am, this is what I became*