Ja Rule
Clap Back [Album Version]
Songwriters: Atkins, Jeffery; Lorenzo, Irv; Storch, ScottWe gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
An' stuck somewhere between Gomorrah an' Sodom
(Let's take 'em to war)
(Let's take 'em to war)
Fasten them holdin' the throwback, West 44 Lakers
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
(Let's take 'em to war)
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
Where 'em Laden's hidin' an' bomb him first
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
I send 'em to the morgue while keepin' my *** bouncin' fo' sho'
All these wanksta snitches, let the Nina blow kisses
If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress
Yeah, my *** 'Zino in this mother***
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
Break 'em down ***, break 'em down
I can't handle it, lower their manners
I got these *** all over my ***, like ***
A real question, what do you do when *** spit at you?
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
But y'all got the freakiest *** out of all the religions
*** get ugly, I hug the snub closely
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
Can't help that, I'm the *** that puts it down
I'm young, wrapped an' gifted, but still at the bottom
(Let's take 'em to war)
I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
The preacher's daughter screamin' out, "*** the law"
Like Bush an' Saddam, I'm a find out
All my Boston ***, all my Brooklyn ***, Brooklyn, Sir what up?
(Let's take 'em to war)
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
Get it pushed back, y'all don't want that
I'm here to make this rap *** hotter than Harlem
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
This real *** we talkin', I wanna ask all my gangsta ***
An' we sling at soccer fields the yay
An' God gave me his blessings to handle my business
(Let's take 'em to war)
*** the dog, beware of Rule 'cause I'm the problem
(Let's take 'em to war)
That's is known for quick ***, trying to ride my ***
The Rule be 'In da club', rude *** poppin' the bubbly
Mask an' glove, gun hot from burnin' *** up
If they holl'in about Rule, ***, here's the real
'In da club' with no gun, got 'em takin' it off
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
The Inc roll like deuce, man, I'm ol' G Bobby J
The game is helpless, not get it twisted
Queens in this mother***, all my Jersey ***
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
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
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
(Let's take 'em to war)
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back ***, ample space
Catchin' hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
But usually, we still see your ***
(Let's take 'em to war)
Give *** the back hand, pimp ***, it's not realistic
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
To get they *** in front of my *** to dance, the *** want more chance
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back, ***, ample space
They don't respect that, don't get your minds around me
Clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
Wear nothin' but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
When you got one in your waist, let's cock back, ***, ample space
Tell 'em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves
Let's make no mistakes, resents take place
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
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May
An' 'Clap that boy' like Birdman an' Clipse
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
These *** is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang
(Let's take 'em to war)
(Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war)



