Clap
Mobb Deep Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

Yo
Some niggas need the henny to endure the drama
All I need is information on your crib and armour
When it comes to creepin niggas know that I'm the father
Need guns get your own gas and never charter
Like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther
Pull strings have you gettin clapped and things
My gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring
Any nigga threatenin my life's a done deal
Watch a bitch get her filll then she snitch and squeal
Blow a nigga have em leakin to the court of appeal
Serchin for Hav is like a search through fog
How you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue
Niggas wanna spread their wings then I'm clippin em off
Niggas wanna spread rumours I shoot their mouth off (uh-huh uh-huh)
And clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

Yo yo
You bout to be another dead rapper but who know
Maybe its us, maybe its them other crews
We'll see, til then
All I know is how to get the guns in
And give it to a nigga good when he startin
Fuck that, fuck y'all, fuck all of this shit
Y'all better protect that boy, I'll murder that kid
You got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin
All you get is standin ovation with mack 10's
45ths and more shit we applaud it
Niggas runnin wit cops, scared to go to war with
Some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards
From gettin at this nigga, pardon my force
You better get from around that nigga or you catchin it too
Your power is no match for my strength of wolves
Nigga we came into this game on this drama shit
More money more murder thats how we live it
More diamonds more guns is the beginnin
More of this gangsta shit can wear you out
Niggas see my gold max and you went all out (uh-huh uh-huh)
I clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

Degree in drama knowledge, you nigga just pay the homage
You niggas should be abolished for that rappin ass garbage
To me, you just a target, easy to hit
With that loud bark stevie wonder couldn't even miss
Then it's 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin hit
And ripped, like a whole bitch, by the vultures
Rusty ass germs niggas already know this
Kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with
Prada'd up, Gucci'd up, died on some fly shit
Regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga
Any nigga kill you your man to the pen shit
So fuck niggas they ain't on my level cos I been did it
Talk about cliques most infamous run with it
Catch your body's syndrome, most niggas sick with it
And clap a nigga in the first degree

Aiyyo fall back, step back, we built to last
Get back, move back, this is that smash
This is that murder you niggas get bucked
Your image gets shattered your bitches get fucked
We Mobb Deep anytime we stomp niggas out
Or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out
How heavy it plays out, you niggas is assed out
Take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down
So we wildin, for two thousand and two poundin
Any nigga out runnin with their mouth bound em
Guns clap security be callin for back up
??? bullets drop leavin them bagged up
Why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's
They spin like how the 44 spun on you (uh-huh uh-huh)
And clap you niggas in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a bastard in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped




Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a nigga in the first degree (uh-huh uh-huh)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Mobb Deep's "Clap" allude to the dark and violent world of the streets. It starts with the lines "Some niggas need the henny to endure the drama/All I need is information on your crib and armour," which indicates that the artist does not need substances to cope with the violence that they intend to inflict. They go on to state that they are the "father" of "creepin," suggesting that they are highly skilled in their criminal activities. The verses also contain references to guns, violence, murder, and retribution, with phrases like "Need guns get your own gas and never charter," "Blow a nigga have em leakin to the court of appeal," "Niggas wanna spread rumours I shoot their mouth off," and "Regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga." The song is entirely about brutal crime and is a reflection of the harsh realities that exist in certain parts of the world.


Line by Line Meaning

Some niggas need the henny to endure the drama
Some people rely on alcohol to handle difficult situations, but I only need information about your location and armory.


When it comes to creepin niggas know that I'm the father
I am the best at sneaking up on people and catching them by surprise.


My gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring
My gun is so dangerous and effective that it could please someone more than even their significant other.


Watch a bitch get her filll then she snitch and squeal
I'll let someone think they're getting away with something, but then they'll turn on me and reveal all they know.


Serchin for Hav is like a search through fog
Finding Hav is like trying to navigate through a dense fog, it's extremely difficult.


Niggas wanna spread their wings then I'm clippin em off
If anyone tries to gain power or spread rumors about me, I'll quickly silence them.


You bout to be another dead rapper but who know
I can't predict who will die next, but there's a chance it could be a fellow rapper.


All you get is standin ovation with mack 10's
If you mess with me, I'll shoot you and your supporters with Mack 10 guns.


From gettin at this nigga, pardon my force
Sorry for my aggression, but I have to confront this person.


To me, you just a target, easy to hit
To me, you're an easy target that I can easily take down.


Regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga
I can take on anyone, regardless of their size or level of power.


We Mobb Deep anytime we stomp niggas out
Me and my fellow Mobb Deep members will take down anyone who opposes us.


Guns clap security be callin for back up
If we start firing guns, security will be overwhelmed and need backup.


Why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's
We use a Jaguar car and carry .22 caliber guns while driving around and causing trouble.


And clap you niggas in the first degree
I will shoot and kill anyone who opposes me.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ALBERT JOHNSON, KEJUAN WALIEK MUCHITA, J. WILLIAMS

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found

More Versions