Ja Rule - Clap Back (Radio Edit) lyrics

I'd like to welcome all my *** to the world famous Murda Inc. Show They call me the Mighty Rule, how ya livin'? This real *** we talkin', I wanna ask all my gangsta *** A real question, what do you do when *** spit at you? Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) If they holl'in about Rule, ***, here's the real I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill Wear nothin' 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 An' we sling at soccer fields the yay They don't respect that, don't get your minds around me Get it pushed back, y'all don't want that I send 'em to the morgue while keepin' my *** bouncin' fo' sho' 'In da club' with no gun, got 'em takin' it off Can't help that, I'm the *** that puts it down Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May Fasten them holdin' 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, ***, ample space We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) The Rule be 'In da club', rude *** poppin' the bubbly *** get ugly, I hug the snub closely But usually, we still see your *** That's is known for quick ***, trying to ride my *** I can't handle it, lower their manners To get they *** in front of my *** to dance, the *** want more chance Catchin' hate from a glance, but I'm a giant These *** is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang Give *** the back hand, pimp ***, it's not realistic The game is helpless, not get it twisted I'm young, wrapped an' gifted, but still at the bottom An' stuck somewhere between Gomorrah an' Sodom I'm here to make this rap *** hotter than Harlem *** 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, ***, ample space We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) Like Bush an' Saddam, I'm a find out Where 'em Laden's hidin' an' bomb him first It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs Mask an' glove, gun hot from burnin' *** up I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads The preacher's daughter screamin' out, "*** the law" I play a struck chord, wit the Christians But y'all got the freakiest *** out of all the religions An' 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 gon' meet the mistress An' 'Clap that boy' like Birdman an' Clipse I got these *** all over my ***, like *** 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 ***, ample space We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war) Yeah, my *** 'Zino in this mother*** Break 'em down ***, break 'em down Queens in this mother***, all my Jersey *** All my Boston ***, all my Brooklyn ***, Brooklyn, Sir what up? Yeah, holla at me, man