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ja rule - clap back ( video verson) lyrics

i know y’all n-gg-z is second guessin’ the state i’m in
b-tch, i’m in to makin’ hit records that spin like rims
so when “flex” get it, he bomb it once, sh-t bomb it twice
new york city pop your thoughts, turn off your lights
and “50” you has it, cause when rule’ spit to the m-sses
i got yo attention like j-lo’s -ss

[jamacian talking and shot’s fired]

i’d like to welcome all my n-gg-z
to the world famous murda inc. show
they call me the mighty rule! how ya living?
this real sh-t we talking
i wanna ask all my gangsta n-gg-z a real question (holla back)
what do you do – when n-gg-z 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-gg-z!)
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back
(let’s take ’em to war n-gg-z)
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back
(let’s take ’em to war n-gg-z!)
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back
(let’s take ’em to war n-gg-z)
we gon’ clap back, we gon’ clap back

[verse 1 – ja rule]
f-ck if they holl’in about rule n-gg-, 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 grooves
the inc roll like duece man, i’m ol’ g bobby j
and we sling at soccer fields the 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-gg- that puts it down
once i hit that, that’s if i’m up in the may (bach)
fasten them holding the throwback, west 44 lakers
let’s make no mistakes, resents take place
what’s the proceedure with a gun in your face
when you got one in your waist, let’s c-ck back n-gg- ample sp-ce!
(c’mon!) we gon’

[chorus]

[verse 2 – ja rule]
the rule be “in da club” rude motherf-cker poppin the bubbly
when sh-t get ugly i hug the snub closely
but usually we still see your b-tches
thats is known for quick sh-t, trying to ride my d-ck
i can’t handle it, lower their manners
to get they -ss infront of my d-ck to dance, the b-tch want more chance
catching hate from a glance, but i’m a giant
these n-gg-z is mere ants, i’ll stomp ’em wit his thang
give b-tches the back hand, pimp sh-t, 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 sh-t hotter than harlem
f-ck the dog beware of rule, cause i’m the problem
what’s the proceedure with a gun in your face
when you got one in your waist, let’s c-ck back n-gg- ample 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 play a struck 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
all 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-gg-z all over my d-ck, like hoes
i’m the star at these shows, i must be as hot as they come
what’s the proceedure with a gun in your face
when you got one in your waist, let’s c-ck back n-gg- ample sp-ce!
(c’mon!) we gon’

[chorus]

[outro]
[ja rule] yeah, my n-gg- ‘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-gg-! 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-gg-z, all my boston n-gg-z
[ja rule] all my brooklyn n-gg-z, brooklyn sir what up!
[ja rule] haha, yeah, holla at me man

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