Lyrics: Jeffrey Atkins/Scott Storch/Irving Lorenzo
Music: Jeffrey Atkins/Scott Storch/Irving Lorenzo
Clap Back （Version （））-Ja Rule
Lyrics by ：Jeffrey Atkins /Scott Storch /Irving Lorenzo
Composed by ：Jeffrey Atkins /Scott Storch /Irving Lorenzo
Produced by ：Scott Storch
I'd like to welcome all my nigga s to
The world famous murda inc show
They call me the mighty rule
How ya livin'
This real shit we talkin'
I wanna ask all my gangsta nigga s
A real question
Hell
What do you do
When nigga 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 shit
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 bitch bouncin'fo'sho'
'In da club'with no gun got 'em takin'it off
Can't help that I'm the nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that that's if I'm up in the may
Fasten them holdin'the throwback west 44Lakers
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 nigga 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 mother****er poppin'the bubbly
shit get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your bitches
That's is known for quick shit trying to ride my d**k
I can't handle it lower their manners
To get they ass in front of my d**k to
Dance the bitch want more chance
Catchin'hate from a glance
But I'm a giant
These nigga is mere ants I'll stomp 'em wit his thang
Give bitches the back hand pimp shit 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 shit 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 cock back nigga 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' a*s 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 bitches out of all the religions
An'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
An''clap that boy'like birdman an'clipse
I got these nigga s all over my d**k 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 nigga 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 nigga 'zino in this mother****er
Bury you now servary
Break 'em down nigga
Break 'em down
Why you burn mother****ing house
Queens in this mother****er you know
All my Jersey nigga s
All my boston nigga s
All my brooklyn nigga s
Brooklyn sir what up
Haahaa
Yeah
Holla at me man