เนื้อเพลง Clap back - Ja Rule

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

[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
F*ck if they holl'in about Rule n*gga, 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 b*tches bouncin fa sho
"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't help that, I'm the n*gga 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 n*gga ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Ja Rule]
The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherf*cker poppin the bubbly
When sh*t get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your b*tches
Thats is known for quick sh*t, trying to ride my d*ck
I can't handle it, lower their manners
To get they ass infront of my d*ck to dance, the b*tch want more chance
Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
These n*ggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang
Give b*tches the back hand, pimp sh*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 sh*t hotter than Harlem
F*ck 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 n*gga 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 "F*ck the law!"
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest b*tches 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 n*ggaz all over my d*ck, 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 n*gga ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'

[Chorus]

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