You & You & You

Frankie Cutlass

[Featuring June Lover Sadat X Redman]



Intro/Chorus:



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



Verse One: June Lover



Make a hole niggaz up 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 niggaz off somethin real proper word



You can't see me, and as I appeared on the TV



Representin Stapleton's click 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 niggaz misty and hazy



Fuckin like a mad Russian from here to Haiti



Ladies, I keeps em locked down like bikes



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 infact



You couldn't handle, acrid pain of insane



thoughs of seven and a half ounces of brain



Wisdom gained nuff respect due to the righteous



Who be building in the ciphers, clap your motherfuckin hands



Chorus



Verse Two: 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 heavy man sings while the caged bird hollers



From, lyrics to birds, guerilla 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