Clap Wit Me (Original)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Brief Encounter & DJ Thoro] You're the lyrics of my life (New D12! Produced by Eminem!) You're the end of my story (Yo, Proof! What up, nigga?) [Verse 1: Proof & DJ Thoro] You heard Proof, D12, Shady Records all day New kids nothin', we skippin' through the hallway (Thoro!) I.F., Sicknotes, B.Z. and Mu Detroit for life, shit, believe me, it's true It's easy to do, family before money The game is so crummy, it's funny The indus' is unjust until the gun bust Watch us come up Stuck got locked, I got robbed I'm back, what's up? Bush lost weight, Proof got cake I spread it at the party, every man down out the gate Haters say "But they late with the jump off" We in the game to maintain a reason to jump off, c'mon (Damn!) [Chorus: Brief Encounter & DJ Thoro] You're the lyrics of my life (Man, listen! I told y'all niggas, B! I'm shuttin' shit down, man! Y'all can't see me!) You're the end of my story (Stop tryna play the same shit everybody playin'! C'mon!) [Verse 2: Proof & DJ Thoro] 8 Mile was dope, Obie brought heat Emile on the beat, 50 kept us in the street (Haha!) Jigga showed us the game, Paul, he the same Wes said "Fuck the fame and watch you change" 1st really love me, 'Matic still learnin' Em keep somethin' plus he kept the world turnin' Horny Mac, stop smokin', Proof kept the game open You know us ride to death, our only slogan Dream of fuckin' J-Lo, got the hood on a payroll Lockland and 3rd Precinct screamin' "Free Yayo" (Free that nigga!) If the beef is set let's squeeze off a tec And with my last breath still screamin "I.F.", clap wit me, y'all [Chorus: Brief Encounter, DJ Thoro & Proof] You're the lyrics of my life (DJ Thoro! Takin' the streets!) You're the end of my story (Get it in ya head, nigga! I'm the best! Believe that!) (? niggas, 7 Mile niggas, ? niggas, 8 Mile niggas, c'mon, Detroit!) [Verse 3: Proof & DJ Thoro] King Gordy brought the pain and Jewels, he fought the lames Played with the wrong chick, my dick got the flames (Ay!) I'm not ashamed, this is just a glimpse Denaun drumlines made G-Unit pimps (G-Unit!) Don't listen to the radio, I'm gettin' sick of rap Only Don Q, GF, Fingers and DJ Zap (Thoro!) Rest in peace to Candy, Trick Trick is family Philpot, I love you, nigga, now understand me Proof shoulda been out The topic is Diddy and chocolate city With the realest DJ named Henhouse King James and Big Willy, man in large is Chris Kelly Detroit city is comin', y'all, get ready