Clap Back - Ja Rule: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Clap Back

9

Hip-Hop/Rap

Clap Back was released on January 1, 2003 by I.G. Records, Inc./Universal Records as a part of the album Blood in My Eye

Song Details

AlbumBlood in My Eye

Release DateJanuary 1, 2003

LabelI.G. Records, Inc./Universal Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM96

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ja Rule

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Scott Storch

Composer

Jeffrey Atkins

Composer

Irving Lorenzo

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Scott Storch

Producer

Irv Gotti for Top Dawg Productions

Irv Gotti for Top Dawg Productions

Co-Producer

Milwaukee Buck

Recording Engineer

Terry Herbert

Assistant Recording Engineer

Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro

Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro

Mixing Engineer

Irv Gotti

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]

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

They call me the Mighty Rule, how ya living?

This real **** we talking

I wanna ask all my gangsta **** a real question (Holla back)

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

[Chorus]

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' 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 (Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' 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 (Let's take 'em to war)

[Verse 1]

What they hollerin' about Rule, ****, here's the real

I'll **** ya top like champagne bottles to chill

With nothing but ice, now I'll send it up to the greatest

To tell 'em I'm nice too, plus push some nice coupes

The Inc. roll like deuce, man, I'm OG Bobby J

And we **** soccer fields of ****

They don't respect that, don't get your mind around me

Get it pushed back, y'all don't want that

I send 'em to the morgue while keepin' my **** bouncin' for sure

In the club with no ****, got 'em taking it off

Can't help that, I'm the **** 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 F's take place

What's the procedure with a **** in your face when you got one in your waist?

Let's **** back, ****, air out the space (C'mon), we gon'

[Chorus]

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' 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 (Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' 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 (Let's take 'em to war)

[Verse 2]

The Rule be in the club, rude **** poppin' the bubbly

When **** get ugly, I hug the **** closely

But usually used to seein' your ****

Dancin' on some freak ****, trying to ride my ****

I can handle it long as they manage

To get they ass in front of my **** and dance to BIG's "One More Chance"

I'm catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant

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

Give **** the back hand, this pimp ****, 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 Saddam

I'm here to make this rap **** hotter than Harlem

**** the dog, we werewolves is out on the prowl

What's the procedure when you got a **** on you face when you got one in your waist?

Let's **** back, ****, air out the space (C'mon), we gon'

[Chorus]

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' 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 (Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' 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 (Let's take 'em to war)

[Verse 3]

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, **** hot to burn that **** up

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

The preacher's daughter screaming out, "**** the Lord!"

I may have struck a chord with the ****

But y'all got the freakiest **** 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 somehow misses, he gon' meet the mistress

And **** that boy like Birdman and Clipse

I got these **** all over my **** like hoes

I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come

What's the procedure with a **** in your face when you got one in your waist?

Let's **** back, ****, air out the space (C'mon), we gon'

[Chorus]

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' 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 (Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' 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 (Let's take 'em to war)

[Outro]

Yeah, my **** 'Zino in this **** (That's how we do it, know what I mean?)

Buck '89, what's up, baby? I see you (Bust it down, ****, break 'em down)

Bringin' birds in the **** house

It's not a game no more (Queens in this **** )

You know, all my Jersey **** (All my Boston ****)

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

Haha, yeah, holla at me, man

Written by: Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Scott Storch

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