Ja Rule - Clap Back

[Intro - Ja Rule]

Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!

I gotta get my headphones

All my gangsta niggas is in the building on this one!

You know! Yeah yeah ya know

It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga?

I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!

Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house

Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)

My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!

Blackchild what up!

I'd like to welcome all my niggas

To the world famous Murda Inc. Show

Big shout to all my Queens niggas in Staten Island

Niggas in Uptown, niggas in Brooklyn niggas

All my Bronx niggas yeah, all my Jersey niggas! you know?

We doing it real big right here! all my money niggas

This shit commentated on the one's and two's!

They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?

This real shit we talking

I wanna ask all my gangsta niggas a real question (holla back)

What do you do - when niggas spit at you?

[Chorus - Ja Rule]

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war niggas!)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war niggas!)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]

Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real

I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill

Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest

Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice coupes

The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J

And we slinging soccer fields of yay

They don't respect that, don't get your mind around

You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that

I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho

"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off

Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down

Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the Maybach

Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers

Let's make no mistakes when these F's take place

We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!

(C'mon!) We gon'

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Ja Rule]

The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly

When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely

But usually we still see your bitches

Dancin on some freak shit, trying to ride my dick

I can't handle it, lower their manners

To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, to B.I.G.'s "One More Chance"

Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant

These niggas is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit a shank

Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic

The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted

I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom

And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam

I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem

Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem

We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!

(C'mon!) We gon'

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]

Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out

Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first

It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs

Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up

I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads

The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!"

I may have struck a chord, wit the Christians

But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions

And God gave me his blessings to handle my business

All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses

If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress

And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse

I got these niggas all over my dick, like hoes

I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come

We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!

(C'mon!) We gon'

[Chorus]

[Outro]

[Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga Zino in this motherfucker

[Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean

[Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you

[Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!

[Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house

[Benzino] It's not a game no mo'

[Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker

[Benzino] You know

[Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggas, all my Boston niggas

[Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggas, Brooklyn sir what up!

[Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man