Clapback

Intro - Ja Rule
Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigg*?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!!
Haha haha, yeah my nigg* O-1 in the motherfking house
Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
My nigg* Cadillac, Gotti what up!?!
Blackchild what up!?!
I'd like to welcome all my
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens in Staten Island
in Uptown, in Brooklyn
All my Bronx yeah, all my Jersey ! you know?
We doing it real big right here! all my money
This s**t commentated on the one's and two's!
They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?
This real s**t we talking
I wanna ask all my gangsta a real question (holla back)
What do you do - when 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 !)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war )
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war !)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war )
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

Verse 1 - Ja Rule
fk if they holl'in about Rule nigg*, 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 grooves
The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J
And we sling at soccer fields the yay
They don't respect that, don't get your minds around
You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that
I send em to the morgue while keepin my girls bouncin fa sho
"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't help that, I'm the nigg* that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach)
Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers
Let's make no mistakes, resents take place
What's the proceedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's c*ck back nigg* air out ya space!
(C'mon!) We gon'

Chorus

Verse 2 - Ja Rule
The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfker poppin the bubbly
When s**t get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your girls
Thats is known for quick s**t, trying to ride my d*ck
I can't handle it, lower their manners
To get they as* infront of my d*ck to dance, the b*tch want more chance
Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
These is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang
Give girls the back hand, pimp s**t, 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 s**t hotter than Harlem
fk the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem
What's the proceedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's c*ck back nigg* air out ya 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 as* up
I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out "fk the lord!"
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest girls out of all the religions
And God gave me his blessings to handle my business
All these w*nksta 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 all over my d*ck, like hoes
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
What's the proceedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's c*ck back nigg* air out ya space!
(C'mon!) We gon'

Chorus

Outro
Ja Rule Yeah, my nigg* 'Zino in this motherfker
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 nigg*! break 'em down!
Benzino Bring them birds, in the motherfking house
Benzino It's not a game no mo'
Ja Rule Queens in this motherfker
Benzino You know
Ja Rule All my Jersey , all my Boston
Ja Rule All my Brooklyn , Brooklyn sir what up!
Ja Rule Haha, yeah, holla at me man