Scott Storch - Clap Back lyrics

[Intro - Ja Rule] Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah! I gotta get my headphones 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**ing 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 sh** commentated on the one's and two's! They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? This real sh** 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? [Hook - Ja Rule] Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war n***as!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war n***as) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war n***as!) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war n***as) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] f** 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 slinging soccer fields of yay They don't respect that, don't get your mind 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 if I'm up in the Maybach Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers Let's make no mistakes when these F's take place We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, let's co*k back n***a air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' [Hook] [Verse 2 - Ja Rule] The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherf**er poppin the bubbly When sh** get ugly I hug the snub closely But usually we still see your b**hes Dancin on some freak sh**, trying to ride my dick I can't handle it, lower their manners To get they a** infront of my dick to dance, to B.I.G.'s "One More Chance" 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, pimp sh**, 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** hotter than Harlem f** the dog cause the werewolves is out the prowl We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, let's co*k back n***a air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' [Hook] [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 "f** the Lord!" I may have struck a chord, wit the Christians But y'all got the freakiest b**hes out of all the religions And God gave me his blessings to handle my business All these wa*ksta 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 dick, like hoes I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face When you got one in your waist, let's co*k back n***a air out the space! (C'mon!) We gon' [Hook] [Outro] [Ja Rule] Yeah, my n***a Zino in this motherf**er [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 motherf**ing house [Benzino] It's not a game no mo' [Ja Rule] Queens in this motherf**er [Benzino] You know [Ja Rule] All my Jersey n***as, all my Boston n***as [Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn n***as, Brooklyn sir what up! [Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man