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G.U.N. (CLAP CLAP)
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Clap, clap, my fans and their hands go
Clap, clap, my bands and that ass go
Clap, clap, my guns and my gats but
You clap that, bet they gon' clap back
Clap, clap, my fans and their hands go
Clap, clap, my bands and that ass go
Clap, clap, my guns and my gats but
You clap that, bet they gon' clap back
There once was a story 'bout a kid named
Young Blade 'cause he carried 'round a switchblade
Then one day he went outside, tried to get Greg
But Greg said, "I'ma die with these fists, man"
Knew another story 'bout another mother's kid too
Kept that kind of grip you gotta have to load a clip to
Plus some reason someone thought that they could come and get dude
Two shots turned the boy 6'4" to 6'2"
Knew another kid who thought that he was Rick Rude
Rapper shit, rich too, flashing his cash, big dude
Knew and he'd whip any fool with one punch
But he left broke after folks flashed one gun
I'm a L.A. Dodger to the blue blood
Ain't nobody out here thought that they could do cuz
Homie rolling fifties up, looking like a million bucks
And they never gave a nigga reason to get me touched 'cause
Clap, clap, my fans and their hands go
Clap, clap, my bands and that ass go
Clap, clap, my guns and my gats but
You clap that, bet they gon' clap back
Clap, clap, my fans and their hands go
Clap, clap, my bands and that ass go
Clap, clap, my guns and my gats but
You clap that, bet they gon' clap back
Yo, there once was a story 'bout the kid named
Tiny Mun, he ain't represent the fear, man
Nah, he represent the dope slinging 'caine thing
Avenues was a four finger slang thing
Hanging on the corner with his forty, niggas gangbang
Turn a Trump into a Clinton, it's the same thing, blue or red
I also knew a nigga from the 3's
Throwing up P's 'cause he hang where the shooters lay
Hit a nigga body through the leg, other through the head
Yelling out Tre's in the palm and he threw the set
Wait up, the game ain't designed for the player
'Cause everybody playing get played, better wake up
Or get your dude sprayed when the shade meet the slayer
Then everybody shine get blocked like a layup
I once knew a ninja, nah, fuck that, buck back
Back them niggas down 'til you the ninja running shit
Clap, clap, my fans and their hands go
Clap, clap, my bands and that ass go
Clap, clap, my guns and my gats but
You clap that, bet they gon' clap back
Clap, clap, my fans and their hands go
Clap, clap, my bands and that ass go
Clap, clap, my guns and my gats but
You clap that, bet they gon' clap back
Only God understands, niggas
Only God understands, niggas
Only God understands, niggas
Only God understands, niggas
Only God understands, niggas
Only God understands, niggas
Only God understands, niggas
Only God understands, niggas
There once was a story 'bout this kid named Joe
He kept that four down by his ankles
Sneaks past guards, greets you and planks you
Turn and says thank you to niggas watching
Goes back to the car and sprays the rest with Thompsons
Runs back to the whip and peels out, yelling, "Bombay"
Graduated levels from the days of stomping
And that's no diss to the Crips that call it Compton
We crabs at the end of the day
In a bucket saying fuck it to the police
So roll some leaf
Take a pull of the keef and inhale, release
On the porch of the mama house watching the beast
Two chirps, let the homies know, flush it and flee
They escape, hit the gate like the ladies of E
It's fucking hard out here in the streets for a G
Only God understand niggas fucking with me
Clap, clap, my fans and their hands go
Clap, clap, my bands and that ass go
Clap, clap, my guns and my gats but
You clap that, bet they gon' clap back
Clap, clap, my fans and their hands go
Clap, clap, my bands and that ass go
Clap, clap, my guns and my gats but
You clap that, bet they gon' clap back
Clap, clap, my fans and their hands go
Clap, clap, my bands and that ass go
Clap, clap, my guns and my gats but
You clap that, bet they gon' clap back
Clap, clap, my fans and their hands go
Clap, clap, my bands and that ass go
Clap, clap, my guns and my gats but
You clap that, bet they gon' clap back