[Chorus]  We just clap and revolve  We just clap and revolve  We just clap and revolve  We just clap  We just clap (Who want to pop off to the head get popped off Nigga)  We just clap and revolve  You don't wanna start no drama  You, You, You don't wanna stop no drama    Yeah  We getting paper hear  Yeah  Got that crown holders shirt on, got like a million diamonds on it  Ten million written all over that    We just clap and revolve  We just clap and revolve  We just clap and revolve  You don't wanna start no drama  We just clap and revolve  We just clap and revolve    [1st Verse]  Nine check  Forty check  K's check  You be the first to go  Haze yes  Ye yes  Motherfucker this is business, never personal  This Coca baby  I'm an 88er  I put work in these streets  Now do yourself the favor  You bring the drama  Then drama leads to choppers  Then them choppers get to sprayin'  And somebody need a doctor now  You not an actor, not a rapper  You's a clapper, you's a trapper  Got a ratchet, so why you hire coppers now  It is what it is; I got the gliz on me  And don't nobody want it with the Big homey    [Chorus - 2X]    [2nd Verse]  Nigga want beef with me  Must be out of his mind  Nigga think that Joey past his prime  Layed his ass flat in the street  Yeah I splattered his mind  Walk away with his life and his shines  Yeah, I smell pussy pussy  Yeah pussy pussy  That's how h e looked when I left his fuckin face gushy  Ask about it  Cracks about it  Went back to the crib and then we laughed about it  I'm a rider, I'm a sider - I'n a money maker  I decided you's a liar when it comes to paper  Broad day we could clap it in these streets  Middle the PJ's make em bring out these sheets    [Chorus]    [3rd Verse]  I got a thing for my little buddy  That black Mac do his thing  Leave a Nigga ugly  Yo tell me the best of the best wont fix em  We'll open your chest Nigga  Your just a victim  And I'm a rat killer  You hear that BR-Rat Nigga  I don't rap infact I'm just that Nigga  Yeah it's crack Nigga  A lot of bitches like to talk  Make em bite they tongue  Lot of niggaz claim New York but they not the one  I'm in the streets muh'fucker you could call me Harlem  You Bedstuy like Biggie  The big homeys a problem  Bronx bomber  I'll leave you comatose  We don't dance in your face, you muh'fuckers choke