[Intro - Ja Rule]



                      Yeah, yeah.. haha 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!!



                      Haha haha, 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 living?



                      This real shit we talking



                      I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back)



                      What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!

                    [Chorus - Ja Rule]



                      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



                      (Let's take 'em to war niggaz)



                      We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

                    [Verse 1 - Ja Rule]



                      Fuck if they holl'in 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 duece 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 May (bach)



                      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'

                    [Chorus]

                    [Verse 2 - Ja Rule]



                      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 infront 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'

                    [Chorus]

                    [Verse 3 - Ja Rule]



                      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'

                    [Chorus]

                    [Outro]



                      [Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker



                      [Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean



                      [Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you



                      [Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!



                      [Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house



                      [Benzino] It's not a game no mo'



                      [Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker



                      [Benzino] You know



                      [Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz



                      [Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up!



                      [Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man