Clap your hands to the beat, just clap your hands to the beat C'mon clap your hands to the beat, I said clap you hands to the beat Uh huh and you don'
you get dissed too badyo why you diss me? You know I just be sayin that to get you mad And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you hada big dick
What's your fancy? Big time skills or small penny Dead to latter my varsity letter, fatter than your JV Only play with the big boys, toys bringin that
valedictorian Ended up becoming a topic for historians Washed up dreams, shattered pride All because Annie took a hit on the wildside (Chorus) Ron had enough of being broke
like that fuckin green, papers what I said Big Moe wassup, in this bitch and this niggas singin comin through just like hell, the bells are ringin Big Moe wreck
cant break Put ya skinny little ass in my face and I'll slap it Whip out my dick and let you lick before i tap it My left hands on your ass my right hands
was And the best there ever will be You know it [Red One] Yo, we walk the path, ring the bell, best of the best And we ready to blast, quick, fast, handed
biggest thing that happens is the county fair I guess that's why it seems like such a big event What we all call the Carroll County accident The wreck
with Big Lee Can't disturb, stand clap hands dance and swerve For the spot where nobody else should fix a hand or word E-Perior bless, since we all wreck
s my pride, no time for white rides Kept on the grind and I stayed inside I was sort of a poser how I had my friends over Cutting up till we wrecked that
true, yeah Thug Life, y'all know the rules Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true Big Stretch represent the real nigga Flex, Live squad and this muthafucker catch wreck
, ay [Incomprehensible] Ay man, what is it man? Who own the record man? Man, who the hell are you man? Walkin' up on me man, lookin' like you so broke
a lesson in disguise like a blessin Blinkin, kickin, better back up chickens The guns stun split, I keep it real, front *?worm?* (*?WORM!?*) Cos I'm like a ???? hands
Jumping the Gun You working really hard for your big paycheck You been working too hard without a choke or wreck It's the way it really works it's the
Verse 1 Mmmmmm... Hands Sweating Knees Trembling Am Scared (Am Scared) Am A Mess Am A Nervous Wreck Am Playing In My Hair So I Look Thru A Crowd Of Unfamiliar
my fault I'm gone reverse mine My pain, I'm gone merge mines, 'cause I'm sick wit it Now where them balla's at, I'm lookin' for the big ticket 10 minutes
know not to fuck wit me Cause I really ain't down for the broke shit Bitch wanna know how Never do it Never did it, now that bitch wid me Sticking her hands