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