You & You & You (feat. June Lover, Redman & Sadat X)

You and you and you, clap your hands, alright
I want you and you and you to clap your hands
I want you and you and you, clap your hands, alright
I want you and you and you to clap your hands
(June Lover)Make a move, ******
I'm comin' through blastin', who's reactin'?
I would like to know, where's the action?
Can I get a piece? If so, point me out
To your livest MC, without a doubt
Hey, I gets down for mine, haven't you heard?
Breakin' ****** off somethin' real proper, word
You can't see me, and as I appeared on the TV
Representin' Stapleton's clique known as GP
I'm bad news, rippin' clowns in twos
Take a minute to adjust, pump the Reebok shoes
And I'm Swayze, leavin' ****** misty and hazy
****in' like a mad Russian from here to Haiti
Ladies, I keeps 'em locked down like Rikers
Game uptight like a boricua in some bikers
Shorts, I take none, that's word to my mother
Reputations, really makes people wonder
Can I take 'em, shake' em, one time
But I won't lose composure, freeze when I froze ya
Thirty-two below just-ice sacrifice
To the Gods of rap, true indeed in fact
You couldn't handle, acrid pain of insane
Thoughts of seven-and-a-half ounces of brain
Wisdom gained nuff respect due to the righteous
Who be building in the ciphers
Clap your **********in' hands
You and you and you, clap your hands, alright
I want you and you and you to clap your hands
I want you and you and you, clap your hands, alright
I want you and you and you to clap your hands
(Sadat X)I got the soul of James
With the flames on the horn
I'm at Carnegie Hall, with a fist full of dollars
The happy man sings while the caged bird hollers
From, lyrics to verbs, guerrilla tactics like the Serbs
The kid wanna be at the bar with the big boys
I'll serve that ass a glass, this should be a blast
I rhyme real fast, but I can still reach the mass
Oh, you got some hash with that lime green grass?
Put it in the air, in war, everything is fair
And violent off the hoarse, you don't file for divorce
On the grounds that I left a pound around in your crown
Now Rule rep, but also Boogie Down
I be the man on the stage like the man on the wax
The blue collar MC with the blue collar job
Walk around on the streets with my blue collar mob
Train wrecks couldn't cause more damage than a runaway X
Two-one-five line is up in your behind
I rock from one-oh-six, all the way to one-ten
Black, Puerto Rican, and Dominican
I came to rock for all my people and my Uptown fans
C'mon
You and you and you, clap your hands, alright
I want you and you and you to clap your hands
I want you and you and you, clap your hands, alright
I want you and you and you to clap your hands
(Redman)Yo, I endeavor, clever
Funk Doctor brings the storm weather
You ready or not, it's time to set shop up
Lock up your doors
While my metaphors make your Glock pop up
Chief unique Rocka, ***** knocka
****in' up the place with unseen extremes
Disaster that Freddy couldn't possibly imagine
Beatin' down beats like Beatnuts bruise crews
Damage your conscience, totally ****in' your sleep up
I need that OJ Juice in my system
That make us income, of the victims, freaky deaky
Blow your Platoon to Twins with Dangerous Minds
I'm the expert mic cord strangless
Bang the head like a car wreck collision
My reefer, thick like boricuas, I love hittin'
The submission, go through thirty packs of rubbers
Frankie Cutlass, use the cutters, **** ya
Demolish, leave most MC's jobless
Boxin', apple cobblers, at Roy Rogers
I make it happen, freeze Alaskans, with my Armageddon
Plus make Martin, get to steppin'
What'cha wanna do when I'm comin' for you
Run through your ****in' crew like the flu, check it
You and you and you, clap your hands, alright
I want you and you and you to clap your hands
I want you and you and you, clap your hands, alright
I want you and you and you to clap your hands
I want you and you and you, clap your hands
I want you and you and you to clap your hands
I want you and you and you, clap your hands
I want you and you and you to clap your hands