Speak Ya Clout ft Jeru the Damaja & Lil' Dap

[bad word] the Damaja]
Last year [bad word] were chumping 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 [bad word]  and keep it moving
Showing and proving on a day to day basis
I rep 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
East New York hops it gets no rougher
Baby brother been puffing buddha and blunts since '85
Before the fake [bad word] started perpetrating live, I've
Achieved mad props though niggas roll around in jeeps
I ride the Train and get mad beeps
So when we bang bang boogie out jumps my boot knocks
 [bad word] in flocks when D.R.S. rocks, Glocks
Are not needed 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 choke the [bad word] out

[Lil Dap]
Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street
Lyrics do get deep when you walk in the east
unique sound from the underground made the brothers unite
I'm slapping pound to pound with real niggas aight
Ain't nothing changed but the weather, rain, storm or whatever
You pour the forty on the ground for the brothers who ain't around
Break it down with the flow as I walk through the ghetto
[bad word] said he couldn't do it til the [bad word] hit the fan
Last year I was The Man ripping up every jam
So it's your hobby nothing serious til things get rough
I'm [bad word] and tough, and [bad word] won't get enough
Of Lil Dap what's that?
 [bad word] around you get slapped
Schizophrenic with rhyme plus we're well organized
Make the chicks say 'ow' and the brothers say 'ho'
You can't tell a [bad word] what to do with his life
Niggas tend to live trife, so I react with a mic
It's the end of the time so I got to gets mine
 [bad word]  what's your function meet me at Broadway Junction
Before I start to get in it, better yet I just kick it
A-yo son, if you're with it [bad word] starts to flip it

 [bad word] 
Uh with my .38 five shot I bust a bumboclaat
He talks dumb a lot so him shall drop
I got the clout, all you [bad word] rappers be out
From the get go I let go [bad word] to make you petro
Watching fly niggas show you how to rhyme [bad word] 
You know the [bad word] situation
So get down get down with the Gangstarr Foundation
Now I'mma touch on reality, chumps can't [bad word] with me
And all the honeys be loving me
My style be kicking crazy butt
Wannabes on their knees licking crazy butt
Your girl pays me but ain't no need to try and stop her
I'm Big Poppa steer your girl then I'll drop her
Cause she be working on my nerves
And yo I got more game than the [bad word] got curves
I'm like Gambino, the slick head honcho
Ill kid ready to wreck mics pronto
And I know, I'll break your back with my rap like smack
Because I'm all that
And so the next time when you're wishing for my downfall
I'm [bad word] back to drown y'all
With stupid lyrics relative to a bloodbath
And stay the [bad word] out my path