Clap Back

Yeah, yeah! haha yeah!

I gotta get my headphones

All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one!

You know! Yeah here we go

It's real! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga?

I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!

Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house

Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)

My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?!

Blackchild what up!?!

I'd like to welcome all my niggaz

To the world famous Murda Inc. Show

Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island

Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz

All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know?

We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz

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 niggaz a real question (holla back)

What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)

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(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)

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(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)

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Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, 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 coupes

The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J

And we slingin' soccer fields of 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 bitches bouncin' fa sho

"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off

Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down

Once I hit that, that's it I'm up in the May (bach)

Send them home in the throwback, West 44 Lakers

Let's make no mistakes, when these reps take place

What's your procedure with a gun in your face?

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!

(C'mon!) We gon'

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)

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(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)

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(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)

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Rule be "In Da Club" rule motherfucker poppin' the bubbly

When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely

But usually we still see your bitches

Bouncin' on some freak shit, trying to ride my dick

I can handle it, long as they manage

To get they ass infront of my dick and dance, to Big's "one more chance"

Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant

These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em out wit a shank

Give bitches the back hand, this pimp shit, it's not realistic

The game is heavy, let's not get it twisted

I'm young, black, 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

Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem

What's your procedure with a gun in your face?

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!

(C'mon!) We gon'

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)

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(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)

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(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)

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' ass up

I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads

The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the lord!"

I may have struck a chord, wit the Christians

But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions

And God gave me his blessings to handle my business

On 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 niggaz all over my dick, like hoes

I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come

What's your procedure with a gun in your face?

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!

(C'mon!) We gon'

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)

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We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)

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We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)

Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker

Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you

Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!

Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house

It's not a game no mo'

Queens in this motherfucker

You know

All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz

All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up!

Haha, yeah, holla at me man