Clap Back

Yeah, yeah, ha ha yeah! I gotta get my headphones All my gangsta niggas is in the building on this one! You know! Yeah yeah ya know It's real! Hussein what's happenin' nigga? I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin' blat! Ha ha ha ha, 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 niggas To the world famous Murda Inc. Show Big shout to all my Queens niggas in Staten Island Niggas in Uptown, niggas in Brooklyn niggas All my Bronx niggas yeah, all my Jersey niggas! you know? We doing it real big right here! all my money niggas 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 want to 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 goin' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggas!) 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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 goin' 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 goin' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggas!) We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggas) We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggas!) We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back We goin' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggas) We goin' 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 niggas, all my Boston niggas All my Brooklyn niggas, Brooklyn sir what up! Ha ha, yeah, holla at me man