Clap ya hands and to the beat, y'all   Because the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say   You go the one for the cash, two for the safe   (This is ring tone murder)   Let's dog the place      My bars are like a bullet, blow your head right off   Hate on the trigger, pull it, give your mouth a night off   Give your sound man a C-note to cut your mic off   The promoters need me, nigga, you just a write-off      After that, hit the dress room, turn the lights off   Score on the fourth broad, let her break my pipe off   I used the word 'off' seven times in a rhyme   You dumb enough to think I got a limited mind      But before you start tweaking, critiquing, pressing rewind   Einstein understand that your third eye's blind   You lack creativity that's why you don't sign   They calling me a genius, it's about time      I'm like the tattoos on your mama's behind   I bounce up and down and at the end I'mma sign   And I will humiliate anybody that want it   I'm back on stop, it hurts little homey, don't it?      Clap ya hands and to the beat, y'all   Because the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say   You go the one for the cash, two for the safe   (This is ring tone murder)   Let's dog the place      It's obvious these clowns don't know who I am   Most who didn't get the message, nigga, check the spam   Get your facts right, take your dick out your hand   No homo but you probably on the low-low, damn      They call Uncle L, I'm from the north side of Queens   Now you looking at me like what does that mean   It means I crush you and every coward in between   For sounding like girls with them sweet sixteens      And I don't give a fuck about who's old or young   From what I hear, the graveyard got room for everyone   Test Big Ellie, come and get your head sprung   Which coffin you want, the blue or the red one?      I ain't gang banging, that ain't the muthafuckin' point   The point is, I spark these niggas like dust joints   The point is you gon' pay me what you owe me plus points   Listen to the sound of revenge, it's my voice      Clap ya hands and to the beat, y'all   Because the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say   You go the one for the cash, two for the safe   (This is ring tone murder)   Let's dog the place      Run around talking 'bout I'm twice ya age   But I was rich at 17, you got some shit to explain   Rap game's like a movie, niggas playing the role   But your poker game's too weak, you're forced to fold      All this hating and debating shit, made me cold   Ready to blast, separate ya body from your soul   Conniving ass cowards get dropped in a hole   These niggas is shook like Pinky's ass on the pole      I'm the bridge over troubled water, pay my toll   I'm the rules to the game, you obey my code   I'm the center of the bomb, I'm the part that explodes   You are not hip hop, nigga, go write for Vogue      You are not a king nor prince, you just a toad   You ain't a G, you a hoe, you sweeter than Rocky Road   Battle anybody, who want it? Let me know   I just had another birthday, nigga, more dough      Clap ya hands and to the beat, y'all   Because the heat'll make you, clap ya hands and say   You go the one for the cash, two for the safe   (This is ring tone murder)   Let's dog the place