Ja Rule - Clap Back. [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'. [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. 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'. [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 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. 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 niggas all over my dick 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 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 niggas all my Boston niggas. [Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggas Brooklyn sir what up!. [Ja Rule] Haha yeah holla at me man