Clap Back song lyrics
[Intro: 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 Niggaz 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 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 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 c*ck back n*gga ample space! (C'mon!) We gon'
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[Verse 2: Ja Rule]
The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherf*cker poppin the bubbly When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely But usually we still see your b*tches Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my d*ck I can't handle it, lower their manners To get they *ss 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 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 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 c*ck back n*gga ample space! (C'mon!) We gon'
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[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 *ss 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 c*ck back n*gga ample space! (C'mon!) We gon'
[Chorus]
[Outro: Ja Rule & Benzino]
Yeah, my n*gga 'Zino in this motherf*cker That's how we do it, know what I mean Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you Break 'em down n*gga! break 'em down! Bring them birds, in the motherf*cking house It's not a game no mo' Queens in this motherf*cker You know All my Jersey n*ggaz, all my Boston n*ggaz All my Brooklyn n*ggaz, Brooklyn sir what up! [Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man |