Clap Back (Album Version (Explicit))

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 Black Child 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 Hook - 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 What's the procedure 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' Hook - 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 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 cause the werewolves is out the prowl What's the procedure when you got a gun on you face When you got one in your waist Let's cock back nigga air out the space C'mon We gon' Hook - 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 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 Lord 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 What's the procedure 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' Hook - 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 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