Clap (feat. Faith Evans)

We try our best to survive (we ain't runnin' away) And keep our heads to the sky (y'all never will lead us astray) Kiss that stress and depression goodbye (chase all of our troubles away) If we could just get it right (then everything, it should be okay) Oh okay Do away with the clubs and the drug spots Do away with the judge and the mug shots Like we do away with the day when the sun drops Clap your hands if you tired of hearin gunshots Or hearin news about who got popped By another black man or knockin a white cop If I ain't there when it start I'm there when the fight stop like ock Slow your roll or be cold as a ice pop, ya We gotta start helpin each other, quit hurtin each other Money'll have a nigga thinkin 'bout murkin his mother How does it feel bein slaves to a dollar bill? Givin you somethin y'all can feel, are y'all for real? Do away with all the Chinese restaurants Do away with all the fake Gloria Estefans Clap your hands if you gettin up in some real estate Buy the crib ma, the Benz with the wheels could wait I 'member I used to instigate Now I'm the one breakin up the fight makin sure that detention's straight Will let a nigga get the heart to push me I'll snuff the biggest nigga with him, show him that his partner pussy You ain't got to be soft to be compete I'm like the Martin Luther King then I knock out some teeth Now I'm a flip it and shift it, give it prolific Case niggaz just get it twisted, forget that I'm so gifted Do away with the jails and the group homes Like we did away with the shells and the two-tone Clap your hands if you lovin that Just Blaze shit 'Cause we don't just make songs, we make statements We try our best to survive (we ain't runnin' away) And keep our heads to the sky (y'all never will lead us astray) Kiss that stress and depression goodbye (chase all of our troubles away) If we could just get it right (then everything, it should be okay) Oh okay Do away with the hip-hop police force Fuck the pigs, I was taught not to eat pork Clap your hands if you ain't forget where you came from Clap again if you ready to see a change come I used to live in the same slum As Mike Tyson and Riddick Bowe, that's where the knuckle game from Spring Valley had the same bums We had to stay in, I ain't hang late cause we ain't have a income Now I be on the track like when the train come And I don't rap to just jaw-jack, nigga I be sayin somethin! And with my man Just Bliggity Blaze You're just about to witness history made Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap Clap your hands if you lovin that Just Blaze shit (clap) Clap, y'all, clap Let's, let's, let's go! We try our best to survive (we ain't runnin' away) And keep our heads to the sky (y'all never will lead us astray) Kiss that stress and depression goodbye (chase all of our troubles away) If we could just get it right (then everything, it should be okay) Oh okay Oh okay (mmm) Oh okay, we're tryin our best to survive Oh okay, tell me when we're gonna get it riiiiight Oh okay, just keep our heads to the sky Oh okay, kiss that stress and depression goodbye Oh okay (oh) oh okay (oh) Oh okay (oh) oh okay (keep your heads to the sky) Oh okay (mm-hmm) oh okay (hey hey) Oh okay (oh) oh okay (yeah) Oh okay, oh oh Oh okay, tell me when we're gonna get it riiiiight Oh okay, all we gotta do is keep our heads to the sky Oh okay, hallelujah holla back at me if you hear me now Oh okay (oh-ho-oh) oh okay (oh-ho-oh) Oh okay (oh) oh okay (gonna be alright now) Oh okay (oh-ho-oh) oh okay (oh oh) Oh okay, oh okay (okay) Oh okay, hallelujah holla back at me if you hear me now Oh okay, ohh yeah