A diss track directed at 50 Cent and Eminem, known as the only single from his 5th album “Blood In My Eye”[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

Haha, 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! Haha, yeah

My nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house (O-1)

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 money niggas)

This shit commentated on the ones and twos

They call me the Mighty Rule, how ya living?

This real shit we talking

I wanna ask all my gangsta niggas a real question (Holla back)

What do you do when niggas spit at you?

[Chorus]

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

[Verse 1]

Fuck what they hollerin' about Rule, nigga, here's the real

I'll pop ya top like champagne bottles to chill

With nuttin' but ice, now I'll send it up to the greatest

To tell 'em I'm nice too, plus push some nice coupes

The Inc. roll like deuce, man, I'm OG Bobby J

And we slingin' soccer fields of yay

They don't respect that, or get ya mind around and

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

I send 'em to the morgue while keepin' my bitches bouncin' for sure

In the club wit no gun, got 'em takin' it off

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

Once I hit that, that's it, I'm up in the mind, maxin' them

Holdin' the throwback, West, 44, Lakers

Let's make no mistakes when these F's take place

What's the procedure wit a gun in your face when you got one in your waist?

Let's cock back, nigga, air out the space (Come on), we gon'

[Chorus]

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

[Verse 2]

Who be in the cub, Rule muhfucker 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

The 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?

Let's cock back, nigga, air out the space (Come on), we gon'

[Chorus]

Clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

[Verse 3]

Let's take 'em to war, nigga, like Bush and Saddam, I'ma find out where Em Laden's hidin' and bomb first

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

Mask and gloves, gun hot to burn that ass up

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

The preacher's daughter screamin' out, "Fuck the Lord!"

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 a 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?

Let's cock back, nigga, air out the 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, niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war, niggas)

[Outro]

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 (Bust it down, nigga, break 'em down)

Bringin' birds in the motherfucking house

It's not a game no more (Queens in this motherfucker)

You know, all my Jersey niggas (All my Boston niggas)

All my Brooklyn niggas, Brooklyn Sun, what up?

Haha, yeah, holla at me, man