N.o.r.e. - Clap Your Hands lyrics

[Big Pun] No Doubt Royal Flush Big Pun the fresh master n***as On the Run Eatin We ain't no f**in rappers Peep this yo [Big Pun] Yo it's the Dream Shatterer Strictly the green team battler Ring rattler microphone fiend spleen splatterer King in the throne bringing it home five nights Up in the Source five mics Whipping the Porsche high price Cuz I'm the word magician observe verbal technician Spittin out words of wisdom in my preferred profession Observe and listen learn ya lesson of a first impression Or get served in seconds like I worked a kitchen I heard you b**hin flippin the story liftin ya j**elries Got my finger itchin but I heard ya position with Nore We shut em down like Chuck f** em for they greens s** em in like Biggie "Bang Bang have a nice dream" My team ain't tryin to give off sad stories All you do is flash j**elries Really for the cash till my a** is buried I flurry shots like jabs and stabbin in they cabbages ???? Throwin grenades in baby carriages f** all the talking and lookin I'm walkin to ya block or coffin Taught them to off him and sleep with the dolphins Enforcing hostile takeovers with nozzles straightforward Transportin in foreign camcorders in module Range Rover's Chorus: Noreaga If you thuggin and you know it clap your hands (What What) Yo if you thuggin and you know it clap your hands (What What) Yo if you thuggin and you know it and your really proud to show it If you thuggin and you know it clap your hands (What What) [Noreaga] I used to stand on the block And sellin cooked up rock Money bustin out my sock Plus I'm flashin my Glock Yo i have brown skin and I live in Queens I love eatin' chicken and cauligreens Other boroughs try to front and f** on me But n***a Iraq my n***as like f** off he Yo you know that I damage you up hammer you up Them n***as actin ill but they just ain't tough And get that Bloody Money (What) and now the world know I get that Bloody Money that's the only way to get dough I alternated with the latest ya n***as hate it Yo as long as n***as down dont really get faded Ay yo I shoot like cla**ical slugs n***as casual thugs sh**tin on the only n***as they love Ay yo my n***as on the run still hold the fort Do whatever that ya gotta do but don't get caught You know the jakes don't even care about the cars we bought We live expensively ???? come straight from Sicily Colors that you ain't seen like black and green You know dollars is my favorite thing ?????????? Chorus [Royal Flush] Ay yo Ay yo Ay yo Yo I'm a straight thug show no love and get plugged Grimy as f** steel holder case i gotta buck Stay lexed up chain reachin down to my nuts Can't front on us from here to California we bust The Lex pump it on in the back of the club sayin (What! What!) Lay in the cut my n***as throwin dick to ya s*uts Park the car in the slums where I'm sellin my d** My uzi weigh a ton you too soft to f** with us son It's like the mafia f** with La Familia then I'm poppin ya Mega popular from this rap game philosopher Lock it down like Nino Brown in my part of town From the streets to the four pound see ya whole lay my mack down I do it for my large n***as my broke n***as rob n***as To my bum b**hes tryin to stick star n***as I wear Rolex flooded up with baguettes Like Beenie Man "Who the keys to the Lex" Read my bio on the internet listen on the ????? For this Blood Money slash rap led to drug money Royal Flush and Queens n***a f** a crash dummy I take time to earn mine while holdin my nine Feel Me Chorus (beat till fade with sounds of an audience cheerin)