Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Clap Back, artist - Ja Rule.
Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Clap Back |
Yeah, yeah |
Haha, yeah |
I gotta get my headphones, Buck |
All my gangsta niggas is in the building on this one, you know |
Yeah, here we go, it’s real |
Hussein what’s happenin', nigga? |
I see you |
Aight, Shadoe what’s poppin'? |
Blat! |
Haha, yeah |
My nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house (O-1) |
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, all my Staten Island niggas |
All my Uptown niggas, all my 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 ones and twos |
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? |
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) |
Fuck what they hollerin' about Rule, nigga, here’s the real |
I’ll pop ya top like champagne bottles to chill |
With nothing but ice, now I’ll send it up to the greatest |
To tell 'em I’m nice too, plus push some nice coupes |
The Inc. roll like deuce, man, I’m OG Bobby J |
And we slinging soccer fields of yay |
They don’t respect that, don’t get your mind around me |
Get it pushed back, y’all don’t want that |
I send 'em to the morgue while keepin' my bitches bouncin' for sure |
In the 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 it, I’m up in the mind, maxin' them |
Holdin' 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 cock back, nigga, air out the space (C'mon), 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 |
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas) |
The Rule be in the club, rude motherfucker poppin' the bubbly |
When shit get ugly, I hug the snub closely |
But usually used to seein' your bitches |
Dancin' on some freak shit, trying to ride my dick |
I can handle it long as they manage |
To get they ass in front of my dick and dance to BIG’s «One More Chance» |
I’m 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, this pimp shit, it’s not realistic |
Your game is helpless, let’s not get it twisted |
I’m young, Black, and gifted, but still at the bottom |
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Sodom |
I’m here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem |
Fuck the dog, we werewolves is out on the prowl |
What’s the procedure when you got a gun on you face when you got one in your |
waist? |
Let’s cock back, nigga, air out the space (C'mon), 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 |
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas) |
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 your scrubs |
Mask and gloves, gun hot to burn that ass up |
I’d rather be bossed up with a bunch of broads |
The preacher’s daughter screaming out, «Fuck the Lord!» |
I may have struck a chord with the Christians |
But y’all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions |
And God gave me his blessing 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 |
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' |
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) |
Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker (That's how we do it, know what I |
mean?) |
Buck '89, what’s up, baby? |
I see you (Bust it down, nigga, break 'em down) |
Bringin' birds in the motherfucking house |
It’s not a game no more (Queens in this motherfucker) |
You know, all my Jersey niggas (All my Boston niggas) |
All my Brooklyn niggas, Brooklyn, sir, what up? |
Haha, yeah, holla at me, man |