Ja Rule - Clap Back
(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
Itā²s real!! Hussein whatā²s happā²nin nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow whatā²s 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!?!
Iā²d 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 oneā²s and twoā²s!
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 gonā²
clap back
We gonā²
clap back
, we gonā² clap back
(Letā²s take ā²em to war niggaz!)
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
(Letā²s take ā²em to war niggaz)
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
(Letā²s take ā²em to war niggaz!)
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
(Letā²s take ā²em to war niggaz)
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
(Verse 1 - Ja Rule)
Fuck if they hollā²in about Rule nigga, hereā²s the real
Iā²ll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
Tell em Iā²m nice too, plus push them nice grooves
The Inc roll like duece man, Iā²m olā² G Bobby J
And we sling at soccer fields the yay
They donā²t respect that, donā²t get your minds around
Youā²ll get it pushed back, yā²all donā²t 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
Canā²t help that, Iā²m the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, thatā²s if Iā²m up in the May (bach)
Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers
Letā²s make no mistakes, resents take place
Weā²ll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, letā²s cock back nigga ample space!
(Cā²mon!) We gonā²
(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 canā²t 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 Iā²m a giant
These niggaz is mere ants, Iā²ll stomp ā²em wit his thang
Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, itā²s not realistic
The game is helpless, letā²s not get it twisted
Iā²m young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam
Iā²m here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem
Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause Iā²m the problem
Weā²ll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, letā²s cock back nigga ample space!
(Cā²mon!) We gonā²
(Chorus)
(Verse 3 - Ja Rule)
Like Bush and Saddam, Iā²m a find out
Where Em Ladenā²s 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
Iā²d 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 yā²all 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 gonā² meet the mistress
And Clap that boy like Birdman and Clipse
I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes
Iā²m the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
Weā²ll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, letā²s cock back nigga ample space!
(Cā²mon!) We gonā²
(Chorus)
(Outro)
(Ja Rule) Yeah, my nigga ā²Zino in this motherfucker
(Benzino) Thatā²s how we do it, know what I mean
(Benzino) Buck ā²89 whatā²s up baby, I see you
(Ja Rule) Break ā²em down nigga! break ā²em down!
(Benzino) Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
(Benzino) Itā²s not a game no moā²
(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
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
Itā²s real!! Hussein whatā²s happā²nin nigga?
I see you, aight Shadow whatā²s 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!?!
Iā²d 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 oneā²s and twoā²s!
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 gonā²
clap back
We gonā²
clap back
, we gonā² clap back
(Letā²s take ā²em to war niggaz!)
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
(Letā²s take ā²em to war niggaz)
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
(Letā²s take ā²em to war niggaz!)
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
(Letā²s take ā²em to war niggaz)
We gonā² clap back, we gonā² clap back
(Verse 1 - Ja Rule)
Fuck if they hollā²in about Rule nigga, hereā²s the real
Iā²ll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
Tell em Iā²m nice too, plus push them nice grooves
The Inc roll like duece man, Iā²m olā² G Bobby J
And we sling at soccer fields the yay
They donā²t respect that, donā²t get your minds around
Youā²ll get it pushed back, yā²all donā²t 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
Canā²t help that, Iā²m the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, thatā²s if Iā²m up in the May (bach)
Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers
Letā²s make no mistakes, resents take place
Weā²ll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, letā²s cock back nigga ample space!
(Cā²mon!) We gonā²
(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 canā²t 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 Iā²m a giant
These niggaz is mere ants, Iā²ll stomp ā²em wit his thang
Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, itā²s not realistic
The game is helpless, letā²s not get it twisted
Iā²m young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam
Iā²m here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem
Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause Iā²m the problem
Weā²ll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, letā²s cock back nigga ample space!
(Cā²mon!) We gonā²
(Chorus)
(Verse 3 - Ja Rule)
Like Bush and Saddam, Iā²m a find out
Where Em Ladenā²s 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
Iā²d 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 yā²all 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 gonā² meet the mistress
And Clap that boy like Birdman and Clipse
I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes
Iā²m the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
Weā²ll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, letā²s cock back nigga ample space!
(Cā²mon!) We gonā²
(Chorus)
(Outro)
(Ja Rule) Yeah, my nigga ā²Zino in this motherfucker
(Benzino) Thatā²s how we do it, know what I mean
(Benzino) Buck ā²89 whatā²s up baby, I see you
(Ja Rule) Break ā²em down nigga! break ā²em down!
(Benzino) Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
(Benzino) Itā²s not a game no moā²
(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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