Clap Back (Explicit)

Yeah yeah
Haha yeah
I gotta get my headphones
Buck
All my gangsta n***as 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 motherf**king house
Jody in the house
Jody Mack
My n***a Cadillac Gotti what up
Blackchild what up
I'd like to welcome all my n***as
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens n***as in Staten Island
N***as in Uptown n***as in Brooklyn n***as
All my Bronx n***as yeah all my Jersey n***as you know
We doing it real big right here all my money n***as
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 n***as a real question
Holla back
What do you do when n***as spit at you
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 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
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 coupes
The Inc roll like duece man I'm ol' G Bobby J
And we slingin' soccer fields of 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***hes 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 it I'm up in the mind maxin' them
Holdin' the throwback West 44 Lakers
Let's make no mistakes when these reps take place
What's your procedure with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist let's cock back n***a air out the space
C'mon
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
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The Rule be in the club rude motherf**ker poppin' the bubbly
When s**t get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually used to seein' your b***hes
Dancin' on some freak s**t trying to ride my d**k
I can handle it long as they manage
To get they a*s in front of my d**k
And dance to BIG's "One More Chance"
I'm catching hate from a glance but I'm a giant
These n***as is mere ants I'll stomp 'em wit a shank
Give b***hes the back hand this pimp s**t 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 s**t hotter than Harlem
F**k 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 n***a air out the space
C'mon
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 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
Let's take 'em to war n***as
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 a*s up
I'd rather be bossed up with a bunch of broads
The preacher's daughter screaming out "f**k the Lord"
I may have struck a chord with the Christians
But y'all got the freakiest b***hes 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 n***as all over my d**k like h*es
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 n***a air out the space
C'mon
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 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
Let's take 'em to war n***as
Yeah my n***a 'Zino in this motherf**ker
Buck '89 what's up baby
Bust it down n***a break 'em down
Bringin' birds in the motherf**king house
It's not a game no more
You know all my Jersey n***as
All my Boston n***as
All my Brooklyn n***as Brooklyn sir what up
Haha yeah holla at me man