Ja Rule - Clap Back [Album Version] lyrics

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