I'd like to welcome all my *** to the world famous Murda Inc. Show

They call me the Mighty Rule, how ya livin'?


This real *** we talkin', I wanna ask all my gangsta ***


A real question, what do you do when *** spit at you?




Clap back, we gon' clap back


We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war)


We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back


We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war)





We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back


(Let's take 'em to war)


We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back


(Let's take 'em to war)




If they holl'in about Rule, ***, here's the real


I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill


Wear nothin' but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest

Tell 'em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves





The Inc roll like deuce, man, I'm ol' G Bobby J

An' we sling at soccer fields the yay


They don't respect that, don't get your minds around me


Get it pushed back, y'all don't want that




I send 'em to the morgue while keepin' my *** bouncin' fo' sho'


'In da club' with no gun, got 'em takin' it off

Can't help that, I'm the *** that puts it down


Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May




Fasten them holdin' 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 @@#! back, ***, ample space




We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back


We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back


We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war)




We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back


(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back


(Let's take 'em to war)



The Rule be 'In da club', rude *** poppin' the bubbly


*** get ugly, I hug the snub closely

But usually, we still see your ***

That's is known for quick ***, trying to ride my ***




I can't handle it, lower their manners

To get they *** in front of my *** to dance, the *** want more chance

Catchin' hate from a glance, but I'm a giant


These *** is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang



Give *** the back hand, pimp ***, it's not realistic

The game is helpless, not get it twisted


I'm young, wrapped an' gifted, but still at the bottom

An' stuck somewhere between Gomorrah an' Sodom




I'm here to make this rap *** hotter than Harlem

*** 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 @@#! back, ***, ample space



We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war)



We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war)



Like Bush an' Saddam, I'm a find out

Where 'em Laden's hidin' an' bomb him first

It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs

Mask an' glove, gun hot from burnin' *** up



I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads

The preacher's daughter screamin' out, "*** the law"

I play a struck chord, wit the Christians

But y'all got the freakiest *** out of all the religions



An' 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

An' 'Clap that boy' like Birdman an' Clipse



I got these *** all over my ***, like ***

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 @@#! back ***, ample space



We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war)



We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

(Let's take 'em to war)



Yeah, my *** 'Zino in this mother***

Break 'em down ***, break 'em down

Queens in this mother***, all my Jersey ***

All my Boston ***, all my Brooklyn ***, Brooklyn, Sir what up?

Yeah, holla at me, man