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[Intro - Ja Rule]
Yeah, yeah... Haha yeah!
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta ni***z is in the building on this one!
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
It's real! Hussein what's happ'nin n***a?
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin blat!
Haha haha, yeah my n***a O-1 in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
My n***a Cadillac, Gotti what up!
Blackchild what up!
I'd like to welcome all my ni***z
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens ni***z in Staten Island
Ni***z in Uptown, ni***z in Brooklyn ni***z
All my Bronx ni***z yeah, all my Jersey ni***z! You know?
We doing it real big right here! All my money ni***z
This s**t commentated on the one's and two's!
They call me the Mighty Rule! How ya living?
This real s**t we talking
I wanna ask all my gangsta ni***z a real question (holla back)
What do you do - when ni***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 ni***z!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war ni***z!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
F**k if they holl'in about Rule n***a, 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*****s bouncin fa sho
"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off
Can't help that, I'm the n***a 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*** back n***a air out ya space!
(C'mon!) We gon'

[Chorus:]

[Verse 2 - Ja Rule]
The Rule be "In Da Club" rude m**********are poppin the bubbly
When s**t get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your b*****s
That's is known for quick s**t, trying to ride my d**k
I can't handle it, lower their manners
To get they a** infront of my d**k to dance, the b***h want more chance
Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
These ni***z is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang
Give b*****s the back hand, pimp s**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 s**t hotter than Harlem
F**k 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*** back n***a air out ya 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 a** up
I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the lord!"
I play a struck 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 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 ni***z 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 proceedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist, let's c*** back n***a air out ya space!
(C'mon!) We gon'

[Chorus:]

[Outro:]
[Ja Rule] Yeah, my n***a 'Zino in this m**********are
[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***a! Break 'em down!
[Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
[Benzino] It's not a game no mo'
[Ja Rule] Queens in this m**********are
[Benzino] You know
[Ja Rule] All my Jersey ni***z, all my Boston ni***z
[Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn ni***z, Brooklyn sir what up!
[Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man



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