Yeah, yeah, ha ha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta n***as is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real! Hussein what's happenin' n***a?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin' blat!
Ha ha ha ha, yeah my n***a O-1 in the motherf**ing house
Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
My n***a Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Blackchild what up?
I'd like to welcome all my n***as
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens n***as in Staten Island
n***as in Uptown, n***as in Brooklyn n***as
All my Bronx n***as yeah, all my Jersey n***as! you know?
We doing it real big right here! all my money n***as
This sh** commentated on the one's and two's!
They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?
This real sh** we talking
I want to ask all my gangsta n***az a real question (holla back)
What do you do - when n***az spit at you?!
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as!)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as!)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
f** if they holl'in about Rule n***a, 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 deuce 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**hes bouncin' fa sho
"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't help that, I'm the n***a 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 co*k back n***a ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as!)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as!)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherf**er poppin the bubbly
When sh** get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your b**hes
That's is known for quick sh**, trying to ride my dick
I can't handle it, lower their manners
To get they a** in front of my dick to dance, the b**h want more chance
Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
These n***as is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thing
Give b**hes the back hand, pimp sh**, 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** hotter than Harlem
f** 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 co*k back n***a ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as!)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as!)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as)
We goin' 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' a** up
I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out "f** the law!"
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest b**hes out of all the religions
And God gave me his blessings to handle my business
All these wa*ksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses
If she some how misses, he goin' meet the mistress
And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse
I got these n***az 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 co*k back n***a ample space!
(C'mon!) We gon'
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as!)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as!)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war n***as)
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
Yeah, my n***a 'Zino in this motherf**er
That's how we do it, know what I mean
Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you
Break 'em down n***a! break 'em down!
Bring them birds, in the motherf**ing house
It's not a game no mo'
Queens in this motherf**er
You know
All my Jersey n***as, all my Boston n***as
All my Brooklyn n***as, Brooklyn sir what up!
Ha ha, yeah, holla at me man