Speak Ya Clout (Explicit) - Gang Starr/Lil' Dap/Jeru The Damaja

Last year record companies were chumping me

But now like chicks they all be up on me

And me so horny I hit 'em like a groupie

Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it moving

Showing and proving on a day to day basis

I rep New York and a million different places

State to state country to country

My skills are legend in the style of poetry

I've paid my dues to this game word to mother

East New York hops it gets no rougher

Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since '85

Before the fake motherf**kers

Started perpetrating live I've

Achieved mad props though n***as roll around in jeeps

I ride the A Train and get mad beeps

So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks

Chicks comes in flocks when DRS rocks Glocks

Are not needed it's all done with the mind

I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline

I could go on for days speaking 'bout my clout

So Lil Dap snatch the mic and choke the motherf**ker out

No you can't hide from jail

And you can't hide from the street

Lyrics do get deep when you walk in the east

A unique sound from the underground

Made the brothers unite

I'm slapping pound to pound with real n***as ai'ght

Ain't nothing changed but the weather

Rain storm or whatever

You pour the forty on the ground

For the brothers who ain't around

Break it down with the flow

As I walk through the ghetto

A n***a said he couldn't do it

'Til the s**t hit the fan

Last year I was the man ripping up every jam

So it's your hobby nothing serious

'Til things get rough

I'm stepping rugged and tough

And b***hes won't get enough

Of Lil Dap what's that

F**k around you get slapped

Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized

Make the chicks say ow and the brothers say ho

You can't tell a motherf**ker

What to do with his life

N***as tend to live trife

So I react with a mic

It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine

Ayo 'Ru what's your function

Meet me at Broadway Junction

Before I start to get in it

Better yet I just kick it

Ayo son if you're with it

Guru starts to flip it

Uh with my 38 five shot I bust a bumboclaat

He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop

I got the clout all you p***y rappers be out

From the get go I let go s**t to make you petro

Watching fly n***as show you how to rhyme asshole

You know the motherf**king situation

So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation

Now I'mma touch on reality chumps can't f**k with me

And all the honeys be loving me

My style be kicking crazy butt

Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt

Your girl pays me but ain't no need

To try and stop her

I'm Big Poppa steer your girl then I'll drop her

'Cause she be working on my nerves

And yo I got more game than the b***h got curves

I'm like Gambino the slick head honcho

I'll kid ready to wreck mics pronto

And I know I'll break your back with my rap like smack

Because I'm all that

And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall

I'ma come back to drown y'all

With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath

And stay the f**k out my path