Clap Your Hands

Yeah

You know it

Detroit City

Guilty Simpson

Clap it up y'all

Beatz at will

Yeah

I don't really care what squad you with

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

Tryna 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 touching 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 bubblin' back

Word to Dilla, dog, 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

Yeah, all the people in the back sippin' 'yac

We representin' for y'all niggas too

Come on, it's a party

Everybody

All my people with the drinks in your cups

Turn the motherfuckers up and go nuts

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 'em

We transport info quicker than Pentiums

I'm gutter, when I'm spittin' it's classic

So walk on eggshells or I'll 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 one between three and three

With a smoking gun, committin' 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, shoot out mentally sick men

Naturally my breed's equipped with thick skin

Yeah, all the people in the back sippin' 'yac

We representin' for y'all niggas too

Come on, it's a party

Everybody

All my people with the drinks in your cups

Turn the motherfuckers up and go nuts

Go nuts