You & You & You Frankie Cutlass (Ft. June Luva, Redman & Sadat X)

[Hook: Frankie Cutlass]
You and you and you, clap your hands, alright
I want you and you and you to clap your hands
I want you and you and you, clap your hands, alright
I want you and you and you to clap your hands

[Verse 1: June Lover]
Make a move, niggas, I'm 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' niggas off somethin' real proper, word
You can't see me, and as I appeared on the TV
Representin' Stapleton's clique 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' niggas misty and hazy
Fuckin' like a mad Russian from here to Haiti
Ladies, I keeps 'em locked down like Rikers
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 in fact
You couldn't handle, acrid pain of insane
Thoughts 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