Yeah, yeah, yeah!   I gotta get my headphones   All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one!   You know! Yeah yeah ya know   It's real! Hussein what's happ'nin' nigga?   I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin' blat!   Yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house   Jody in the house   (Jody Mack!)   My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up?   Blackchild what up?      I'd like to welcome all my niggaz   To the world famous Murda Inc. Show   Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island   Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz   All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! You know?   We doing it real big right here! All my money niggaz   This shit commentated on the one's and two's!   They call me the Mighty Rule! How ya livin'?   This real shit we talkin'   I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question   (Holla back)   What do you do, when niggaz spit at you?      Clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   (Let's take 'em to war niggaz)   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back      Fuck if they hollin' about Rule nigga, 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   The Inc roll like duce man, I'm ol' G Bobby J   And we sling at soccer fields the 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 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 Maybach   Fasten them holding the throwback, 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, let's cock back nigga ample space!   (C'mon!)   We gon'      Clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   (Let's take 'em to war niggaz)   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back      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   Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick   I can't handle it, lower their manners   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   These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang      Give bitches the back hand, 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 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, let's cock back nigga ample space!   (C'mon!)   We gon'      Clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   (Let's take 'em to war niggaz)   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back      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' ass up   I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads   The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!"   I play a struck chord, wit 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 niggaz 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 cock back nigga ample space!   (C'mon!)   We gon'      Clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   (Let's take 'em to war niggaz)   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back   We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back      Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker   That's how we do it, know what I mean?   Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you   Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!   Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house   It's not a game no mo'   Queens in this motherfucker   You know   All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz   All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up!   Yeah, holla at me man