作词 : Scott Storch/Jeffrey Atkins/Irving Lorenzo
作曲 : Scott Storch/Jeffrey Atkins/Irving Lorenzo
Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah
I gotta get my headphones
All my ****ing 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 mother****ing house
Jody in the house Jody Mack
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up
Black Child 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 ****ing niggas a real question holla back
What do you do - when niggas spit at you
Hook - 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
**** 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 b*****s 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
What's the procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist
Let's **** back nigga air out the space C'mon We gon'
Hook - 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 2 - Ja Rule
The Rule be In Da Club rude mother****er poppin the bubbly
When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your b*****s
Dancin on some freak 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, 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 b*****s 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
**** the dog cause the werewolves is out the prowl
What's the procedure when you got a gun on you face
When you got one in your waist
Let's **** back nigga air out the space C'mon We gon'
Hook - 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 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 **** the Lord
I may have struck a chord, wit the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest b*****s out of all the religions
And God gave me his blessings to handle my business
All these w**ksta 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 niggas all over my d**k, 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 **** back nigga air out the space C'mon We gon'
Hook - 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
Outro
Ja Rule Yeah, my nigga Zino in this mother****er
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 mother****ing house
Benzino It's not a game no mo'
Ja Rule Queens in this mother****er
Benzino You know
Ja Rule All my Jersey niggas, all my Boston niggas
Ja Rule All my Brooklyn niggas, Brooklyn sir what up
Ja Rule Haha, yeah, holla at me man