Clap Ya Hands (For A Hussla) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[Em][G][Bm][B]
[Em][G][Em]
[G][Bm][B][Em]
[G][Em]

[Verse 1]
[Em]Yeah,
[B]yeah, just when you thought that I gave up
I came back with my [Em]weight up,
your boy [G]had to save [Em]up
These niggas still got they hate up
I'm jumpin' out somethin' brand new,
watch the doors raise [B]up
My roots is nappy, I tell a bitch,
"Ah naw"
'Cause [Em]Yung Redd [G]ride
swangas on a Boss [Em]Hogg
I'm livin' proof of what
the hustle can do
And if work for me then it
might work for you
And [B]they try to figure me out,
but you don't have a clue
Just fol[Em]low my lead, y'all do as I[G] do
When [Em]I was broke,
I still stunted mo' than your growth
I blow indo,
my whole life went up in smoke, [B]but
Y'all don't know the trouble I been in
My wheels [Em]keep spinnin',
on the bubble [G]I b[Em]een's in
It won't stop until my casket drops
Until a nigga voice give out,
that's all [G]it's about, [B]what?

[Verse 2]
[B]
Time [Em]to go
When it's [G]time [Em]to go
When God calls me [G]on [Bm]home, [B]mmm[Em]
I'll take [G]my bow and [Em]be gone
Clap ya hands,
clap ya hands for a hustla
Clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla
My [B]life

[Verse 3]
is like a soap opera,
it's full of drama
Mama say nig[Em]gas be hatin' 'cause
I'm pushin' [G]a Hummer
And [Em]I wonder,
why these hoes love me so much
They like the way I profile on
them dubs in my truck, [B]hey
I'm too much,
you could look but don't touch
Cross me if you want,
[Em]you'll [G]get a [Em]headrush
I'm the top prospect,
my deal more than A- Rod
The wheel gone be grilled but
them hoes stay [B]fraud
Say boy, Lil' Ron, I don't play
My shit is pure right,
[Em]yours [G]look like [Em]barkay
Forty grand a day, hey, I must be a hustla
Six bricks, dog- proof,
stashed in my [B]muffler
Bad motherfucker, but a small dude
I'll break ya neck [Em]like that nigga
[G]"Ravishing" Rick [Em]Rude
And I won't complain,
when The Lord calls me home
I'll take my bow and then be gone
Time to [Bm]go

[Verse 4]
[B][Em]
When it's [G]time to [Em]go
When God calls [G]me on [Bm]home, [B]mmm[Em]
I'll take [G]my bow and [Em]be gone
Clap ya hands,
clap ya hands for a hustla
Clap ya hands, clap ya hands for a hustla
[B]Now I'm a

[Verse 5]
two- time loser,
done seen the pen twice (huh)
Thrice is a [G]no [Em]go,
I'm still [G]sellin' snow [Em]dough
I got me two birds that my
partner pushed to me
Since I been paroled, that nigga,
Jay, been [G]good to me
[B]Now I tend to brag a lot so niggas label
me a showboat (uh- huh)
I tell [Em]'em, "Stick and stones'll break
a [G]bone but this ain't yo' dope
[Em]To tell me nothin' fly,
you ain't gave me one gram"
So what a sucker say,
I ain'ts to give [G]one [Em]damn
[B]Now keep in mind,
that I'm [Em]just 145 (right)
5'8", physically I'm [G]lightweight
[Em]But check the streets,
they'll say that I'm heavy and thorough (sho')
Run the gangsta, checkin' partner,
pull up every [B]bureau (what?)
I helds my own, holds my own,
holds my chrome
Plus [Em]it's [G]clone for when it's on
Now [Em]when I'm gone,
make sure they sketch in my stone
"Twisted Black,
hustle hard in the paint 'til he was gone"
Nig[B]ga

[Verse 6]
Time to go
When [Em]it's [G]time to [Em]go
When God calls [G]me on [B]home, mmm
I'll [Em]take my [G]bow and [Em]be gone
Clap ya hands,
clap ya hands for a hustla
Clap ya hands, clap ya hands for [B]a hustla