Ja Rule - Clap Back Lyrics

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Yeah yeah 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!

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 livin'?

This real shit we talkin'

I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question

(holla back)

What do you do when niggaz spit at you?

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

Fuck if they hollin' 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 duce 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 maybach

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'

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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

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 in front 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'

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

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'

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

Yeah my nigga 'zino in this motherfucker

That's how we do it know what i mean?

Buck '89 what's up baby i see you

Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!

Bring them birds in the motherfucking house

It's not a game no mo'

Queens in this motherfucker

You know

All my jersey niggaz all my boston niggaz

All my brooklyn niggaz brooklyn sir what up!

Yeah holla at me man

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