Kunci: G# minor
Intro 1
I gotta get my headphones
All my gangsta niggas
is in the building on this one!
It's real! Hussein what's happenin' nigga?
yeah my nigga O-1
in the motherfucking house
Jody in the house
My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?
Blackchild what up?
To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Big shout to all my Queens niggas
in Staten Island
Niggas in Uptown, niggas in Brooklyn niggas
We doing it real big right here!
all my money niggas
This shit commentated
on the one's and two's!
They call me Mighty Rule! how ya living?
I want to ask all my gangsta niggas
a real question
Chorus 1
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war, niggas)
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, niggas)
We gon' clap back,
Verse 1
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 grooves
And we sling at soccer fields the yay
They don't respect that,
don't get your minds around
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 nigga that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May
West 44 Lakers
Let's make no mistakes, resents take place
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist,
Chorus 2
We gon'
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war, niggas)
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, niggas)
We gon' clap back,
Verse 2
rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly
When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely
But usually we still see your bitches
That's is known for quick shit,
trying to ride my dick
To get they ass in front of my dick to dance,
the bitch want more chance
Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
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
hotter than Harlem
Fuck the Dog beware of Rule,
cause I'm the problem
We'll still proceed you with a gun in your face
When you got one in your waist,
Chorus 3
We gon'
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war, niggas)
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, niggas)
We gon' clap back,
Verse 3
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' ass up
wit a bunch of broads
The preachers daughter screaming out
"Fuck the law!"
I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
to handle my business
All these wanksta snitches,
let the nina blow kisses
If she some how misses,
he goin' meet the mistress
And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse
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,
Chorus 4
We gon'
We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back
(Let's take 'em to war, niggas)
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, niggas)
We gon' clap back,
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