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clap back - album version (edited) - ja rule lyrics

[intro – ja rule]
yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!
i gotta get my headphones
all my gangsta n-ggas is in the building on this one!
you know! yeah yeah ya know
it’s real!! hussein what’s happ’nin n-gga?
i see you, aight shadow what’s poppin blat!!
haha haha, yeah my n-gga o-1 in the motherf-cking house
jody in the house (jody mack!)
my n-gga cadillac, gotti what up!?!
blackchild what up!?!
i’d like to welcome all my n-ggas
to the world famous murda inc. show
big shout to all my queens n-ggas in staten island
n-ggas in uptown, n-ggas in brooklyn n-ggas
all my bronx n-ggas yeah, all my jersey n-ggas! you know?
we doing it real big right here! all my money n-ggas
this sh-t commentated on the one’s and two’s!
they call me the mighty rule! how ya living?
this real sh-t we talking
i wanna ask all my gangsta n-ggas a real question (holla back)
what do you do – when n-ggas 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 n-ggas!)
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back
(let’s take ’em to war n-ggas)
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back
(let’s take ’em to war n-ggas!)
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back
(let’s take ’em to war n-ggas)
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back

[verse 1 – ja rule]
f-ck if they holl’in about rule n-gga, 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 b-tches bouncin fa sho
“in da club” with no gun, got em taking it off
can’t help that, i’m the n-gga 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 c-ck back n-gga air out the sp-ce!
(c’mon!) we gon’

[chorus]

[verse 2 – ja rule]
rule be “in da club” rule motherf-cker poppin the bubbly
when sh-t get ugly i hug the snub closely
but usually we still see your b-tches
bouncin on some freak sh-t, trying to ride my d-ck
i can handle it, long as they manage
to get they -ss infront of my d-ck and dance, to big’s “one more chance”
catching hate from a glance, but i’m a giant
these n-ggas is mere ants, i’ll stomp ’em out wit a shank
give b-tches the back hand,this pimp sh-t, 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 sh-t hotter than harlem
f-ck 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 c-ck back n-gga air out the sp-ce!
(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 -ss up
i’d rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
the preachers daughter screaming out “f-ck the lord!”
i may have struck a chord, wit the christians
but y’all got the freakiest b-tches out of all the religions
and god gave me his blessings to handle my business
on these w-nksta 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 n-ggas all over my d-ck, 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 c-ck back n-gga air out the sp-ce!
(c’mon!) we gon’

[chorus]

[outro]
[ja rule] yeah, my n-gga ‘zino in this motherf-cker
[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 n-gga! break ’em down!
[benzino] bring them birds, in the motherf-cking house
[benzino] it’s not a game no mo’
[ja rule] queens in this motherf-cker
[benzino] you know
[ja rule] all my jersey n-ggas, all my boston n-ggas
[ja rule] all my brooklyn n-ggas, brooklyn sir what up!
[ja rule] haha, yeah, holla at me man

- ja rule lyrics

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