Clap Back

All my gangsta **** is in the building on this one

You know

It's real, Hussein what's happenin' ****?

I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin blat

My **** O-1 in the motherfuckin' house

Jody in the house

My **** Cadillac, Gotti what up?

Blackchild what up?

I'd like to welcome all my **** to the world famous Murda Inc. show

Big shout to all my Queens **** in Staten Island

**** in Uptown **** in Brooklyn ****

All my Bronx ****, yeah, all my Jersey ****, you know

We doing it real big right here, all my money ****

This shit commentated on the one's and two's

They call me the Mighty Rule, how ya living?

This real shit we talking

I wanna ask all my gangsta **** a real question

What do you do when **** spit at you?

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Fuck if they hollerin' about Rule ****, 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 plush push the nice coupes

The  Inc roll like deuce 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 bitches bouncin' fa sho

In Da Club with no gun got 'em taking it off

Can't help that I'm the **** that puts it down

Once I hit that that's if I'm in the Maybach

Fasten them holding the throwback West 44 Lakers

Let's make no mistakes when these F's take place

What's the procedure with a gun in your face

When you got one in your waist

Let's cock back **** air out the space

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The Rule be In Da club rude motherfucker poppin' the bubbly

When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely

But usually we still see your bitches

Dancin' on some freak shit trying to ride my dick

I can't handle it lower their manners

To get they ass in front of my dick

And dance to BIG's One More Chance

Catching hate from a glance but I'm a giant

These **** is mere ants I'll stomp 'em with a shank

Give bitches the back hand it's pimp shit, 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 shit hotter than Harlem

Fuck the dog we werewolves is out and prowlin'

What's the procedure with a gun in your face

When you got one in your waist

Let's cock back **** air out the space

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(Let's take 'em to war ****) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

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Like Bush and Saddam I'ma find out

Where Bin 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' ass up

I'd rather be bossed up with a bunch of broads

The preachers daughter screamin out, fuck the Lord

I may have struck a chord with the Christians

But y'all got the freakiest bitches 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 **** all over my dick like hoes

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 **** air out the space

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(Let's take 'em to war ****) We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

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Yeah my **** Zino in this motherfucker

Buck '89 what's up baby

Break 'em down **** break 'em down

Bring them birds in the motherfuckin' house

Queens in this motherfucker

All my Jersey ****, all my Boston ****

All my Brooklyn ****, Brooklyn sir what up