This real shit we talking 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 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 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'