Clap Back

All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up!
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)

That's how we do it, know what I mean?
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the Maybach
Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We doing it real big right here! All my money niggaz
All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz
What do you do, when niggaz spit at you?
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
It's not a game no mo'
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam
Queens in this motherfucker
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress
(C'mon!)
Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you
These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang
The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin' the bubbly
I can't handle it, lower their manners
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
"In Da Club", with no gun, got em taking it off
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
(C'mon!)
I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question
Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! You know?
Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island
(Holla back)
(C'mon!)
I send 'em to the morgue while keepin' my bitches bouncin' fa sho'
(Jody Mack!)
And we sling at soccer fields the yay
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
But usually we still see your bitches
Where 'em Laden's hiding and bomb him first
Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom
Clap back, we gon' clap back
All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one!
Fuck if they hollin' about Rule nigga, here's the real
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin' blat!
The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted
Clap back, we gon' clap back
This shit commentated on the one's and two's!
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes
And God gave me his blessings to handle my business
They call me the Mighty Rule! How ya livin'?
Tell 'em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
Blackchild what up?
They don't respect that, don't get your minds around
Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin' ass up
The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!"
Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga ample space!
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely
We gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that
All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses
Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick
Yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
To get they ass in front of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem
The Inc roll like duce man, I'm ol' G Bobby J
I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
Clap back, we gon' clap back
But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions

Let's make no mistakes, resents take place
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon'
And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse
You know! Yeah yeah ya know
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
Clap back, we gon' clap back
You know
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
I'd like to welcome all my niggaz
We gon'
Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon'
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, 'cause I'm the problem
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
This real shit we talkin'
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)

I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic
It's real! Hussein what's happ'nin' nigga?
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back