[Intro - Ja Rule] Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah! I gotta get my headphones All my gangsta niggas 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 niggas To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Big shout to all my Queens niggas in Staten Island Niggas in Uptown, niggas in Brooklyn niggas All my Bronx niggas yeah, all my Jersey niggas! you know? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggas 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 niggas a real question (holla back) What do you do - when niggas 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 niggas!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggas) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggas!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggas) 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 coupes The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J And we slinging soccer fields of yay They don't respect that, don't get your mind 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 Maybach Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers Let's make no mistakes when these F's 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 air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon'
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[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 Dancin on some freak shit, trying to ride my dick I can't handle it, lower their manners To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, to B.I.G.'s One More Chance Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant These niggas is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit a shank 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 We'll still proceed you 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'
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[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 may have struck a chord, wit the Christians But y'all got the freakiest