Ja Rule Lyrics

Album: BLOOD IN MY EYE

Clap Back Lyrics

[Intro - Ja Rule]

 Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!

 I gotta get my headphones

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

 You know! Yeah yeah ya know

 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?!

 

 [Chorus - Ja Rule]

 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)

 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)

 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

 

 [Verse 1 - Ja Rule]

 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 grooves

 The Inc roll like duece 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 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 if I'm up in the May (bach)

 Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers

 Let's make no mistakes, resents take place

 What's the 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'

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 2 - Ja Rule]

 The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly

 When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely

 But usually we still see your bitches

 Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick

 I can't handle it, lower their manners

 To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance

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

 These niggaz 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, 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 shit hotter than Harlem

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

 What's the 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'

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Verse 3 - Ja Rule]

 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 law!"

 I play a struck 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

 All 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 the 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'

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Outro]

 [Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker

 [Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean

 [Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you

 [Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!

 [Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house

 [Benzino] It's not a game no mo'

 [Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker

 [Benzino] You know

 [Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz

 [Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up!

 [Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man