Clap Clap

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause

Yeah, it’s I.R.S bitches!

You know what it is!

You’re now hustling with the godmother! cocaine cow girl

[Hook]

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause!

[Verse 1:Lil Kim]

I gotta give it to you

Here’s your round of applauds!

Gigs up baby, the final curtain call

The black widow, symbol of corruption!

Don’t know by now, you goin' to get accustomed

Pay attention homie, follow instructions

Kim is about to show you the art of hustlin'

Cold-hearted, mobbin' through Brooklyn

Ain’t no shook hands over here, we get it cookin'

I strike harder; I’m 10 times smarter

I sneak up on you like Japan did Pearl Harbor

I’m a fire starter, back draft, don’t stand too close

You catch a heat rush, its kim blanco, homie the head honcho

The queen, rains and pours

Hope you got your pancho

So mention my name out of your mouth

And before you take a bow, we'll be clapping from the crowd

[Hook Lil Kim and I.R.S]

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause!

[Verse 2: Lambo Lux]

Since y'all bitches like attention, Come get some!

A million ways of dying, Nigga just pick one!

I’ma ill shot, I’ve got a sick gun

And it’s contagious, so you’ll catch it even if you run

Ah, and my niggas feeling flu-ish too!

Disconnect you'r phone line, no calling troops

Pull up 100 deep

I.R.S the crew

We need the four doors, can do the coupe

Shootin' at you actors, like movie shoots

And I’m a vet, baby! You just the new recruit

So mention Kim name in your songs, and I’ll be at your show

With a round of applauds

[Bridge]

Clap, clap! It's Kimy Blaco!

You already know I gotta shooters

And our clips is full in case you want some more

I think I hear encore!

O.K dash!

Clap, clap!

[Verse 3: Dash]

I think you deserve standing o'

Its young Dash, I’ll be everywhere you’re scared to go

Just Left the west like Amber Rose

Now I'm back in B.K. In that Phantom Ghost

Let’s have a toast, not for the douche bags

For your old school niggas, It's that new swag

It’s that new shit, on that new track

Ain’t nothing young, its that gourmet cash

Money

Its that big bank take little bank

If the queen say its beef, then you want a dinner plate

So mention Kim name in your verses

And we gonna clap it up, till they close the curtains

[Hook]

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause

Clap, clap, I think they need a round of applause!

[Verse 4: I.R.S]

O.K.! I.R.S. will eliminate the imitation

They on death road, execute the perpretation!

Niggers we try our flight, permanent vacations

This model is 18, that’s my standing ovation

No Jersey show, but we handle the situation

Send my enemies up, elevation!

I’m a bad boy just like Biggie was

White and Navy when I ride through the city cous'

My turf all blue like oil state

We bench press niggas, and we lifting more then weights

So mention Kim’s name in your rap

And we’ll be back stage with the hammer pulled back

Clap, clap!