Speak Ya Clout - GangStarr

[Featuring Jeru The Damaja  Lil Dap] 
Verse One: Jeru the Damaja 
Last year record companies were chumpin me 
But now like chicks they all be up on me 
and me so horny  I hit em like a groupie 
Snatch off my hat wash my dick and keep it movin 
Showing and proving on a day to day basis 
I rip New York and a million different places 
State to state country to country 
My skills are legend in the style of poetry 
I've paid my dues to this game word to mother 
Peace New York hops it gets no rougher 
Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since eighty-five 
Before the fake motherfuckers started perpetrating live, I've 
achieved mad props though niggaz roll around in jeeps 
I ride the A-Train and get mad beeps 
So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks 
Chicks comes in flocks when D.R.S. rocks glocks 
And I mean it it's all done with the mind 
I neutralize suckers because I'm alkaline 
I could go on for days speaking bout my clout 
So Lil Dap snatch the mic and show the motherfucker out 
Verse Two: Lil Dap 
Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street 
Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east 
A unit down from the underground made the brothers unite 
I'm slappin pounds and pounds with real niggaz aight 
Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain storms or whatever 
You poured a forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around 
Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto 
A nigga said he couldn't do it til the shit hits the fan 
Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam 
So what's your hobby nothing serious when things get rough 
I'm stepping rugged and tough, and bitches won't get enough 
A Lil Dap what's that? Fuck around you get slapped 
Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized 
Make the chicks say 'aow' and the brothers say 'ho' 
You can't tell a motherfucker what to do with his life 
Niggaz tend to live trife, so I