Clap Back

Yeah, yeah Yeah I gotta get my headphones, Buck All my gangsta niggas is in the building on this one, you know Yeah, here we go, it's real Hussein what's happenin', nigga? I see you Aight, Shadoe what's poppin'? Blat Yeah My nigga O1 in the motherfucking house (O-wizzle) My nigga Jody in the house (Jody Mack) My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up? Black Child, what up? I'd like to welcome all my niggas To the world famous Murda Inc. show Big shout to all my Queens niggas, all my Staten Island niggas All my Uptown niggas, all my Brooklyn niggas All my Bronx niggas, yeah All my Jersey niggas, you know? We doing it real big right here (all my Deep Brown niggas) All my money niggas This ya commentator on the ones and twos (all my bitches) They call me the Mighty Rule (how ya living?) This real shit we talking I wanna ask all my gangsta niggas a real question (real nigga shit) Holla back What do you do when niggas spit at you? 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Rule, motherfucker, poppin' the bubbly When shit get ugly, I hug the snub closely But usually used to see your bitches Dancin' on some freak shit, tryna ride my dick I can handle it long as they manage To get they ass in front of my dick and dance to Big's "One More Chance" I'm catchin' hate from a glance, but I'm a giant These niggas is mere ants, I'll stomp out 'em wit' a shank Give bitches the back hand, this pimp shit, is not realistic Think 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 Sodom I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem Fuck the dog, beware of Rule 'cause I'm the problem What's the procedure wit' a gun in your face when you got one in your waist? 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I may have struck a chord with the Christians But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions And God gave me his blessin' to handle my business On 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 niggas all over my dick like hoes I'm the star of the shows, I must be as hot as they come What's the procedure with a gun in your face when you got one in your waist? 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