Clap back Lyrics by Ja Rule

Clap back Lyrics

    [Intro - Ja Rule]
    Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
    I gotta get my headphones
    All my gangsta niggaz 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 niggaz
    To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
    Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island
    Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz
    All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know?
    We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz
    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 niggaz a real question (holla back)
    What do you do - when niggaz 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 niggaz!)
    We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
    We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
    (Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
    We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
    We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
    (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
    We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
    We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
    (Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
    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 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 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 May (bach)
    Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers
    Let's make no mistakes, resents 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 ample 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
    Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick
    I can't handle it, lower their manners
    To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance
    Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
    These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang
    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 ample 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 play a struck 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 niggaz 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 ample 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 niggaz, all my Boston niggaz
    [Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up!
    [Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man

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