Yeah, yeah! haha yeah! I gotta get my headphones All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! You know! Yeah here we go 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?! Clap back, we gon' clap back We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) 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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 We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) 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 lord!" I may have struck a 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 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 niggaz all over my dick, like hoes I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come What's your 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' 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) Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down! Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house It's not a game no mo' Queens in this motherfucker You know All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up! Haha, yeah, holla at me man

Been around the world and I, I, I I can't find my baby Things gettin' crazy Losin' my patience Why you keep me waitin'? Goin' through the phases Got me walkin' out the house all done up Just in case I see your face and you decide to run up Yeah, I'm in a different place, I need someone to hold on to I been sendin' up a prayer hope the call gets through 'Cause my heart beats for you only I wonder if you even know me Countin' down every moment That I wait for ya, I wait for ya I wonder if you even notice Lately I've been feelin' hopeless Easy to lose focus, but I'll wait for ya I've been looking for a savior (hey) I've been looking for a savior (hey) I've been looking for a real one to hold on to (hey) I've been looking for a savior Savior, yeah, save me Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye (yeah) Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye (I've been looking for a savior) Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye Save me I feel like God playin' tricks on me, got a fix on me Feel the weight of the world like I got a brick on me Had a dance with the devil and he got a grip on me I'm just tryna get to heaven, hope you got a ticket for me, huh I've been sending up prayers, I need feedback Past full of sin, can someone delete that? My path got muddy, I feel like my feet trapped Can you give me the strength now to beat that? 'Cause my heart beats for you only I wonder if you even know me Countin' down every moment That I wait for ya, I wait for ya I wonder if you even notice Lately I've been feelin' hopeless Easy to lose focus, but I'll wait for ya I've been looking for a savior (hey) I've been looking for a savior (hey) I've been looking for a real one to hold on to (hey) I've been looking for a savior Savior, yeah, save me Saving my love for you, saving my love for you Saving it, saving it all for you Saving it all for you, all for you Saving my love for you, saving my love for you Saving it, saving it all for you Saving it all for you I've been looking for a savior Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye I've been looking for a savior Ah-ay, na-na-na-aye I've been looking for a real one to hold on to I've been looking for a savior Savior, yeah, save me Been around the world and I, I, I I've been looking for a- Been around the world and I, I, I I've been looking for a- Been around the world and I, I, I I've been looking for a savior Savior, yeah, save me

No pussy can come in our place In our arena, in our establishment And try talk the talk and walk the walk And act like them don't know where we from Like we don't have the biggest in hundred Ya don't know how we a gwan and kick up Iggy, what you say? What you say? Bullet! Classic, Sinatra, bad, Phantom of the Opera Shuffle the deck, I be the queen in the pack Gotcha, Lady Patra Classic, Sinatra, bad, Phantom of the Opera Shuffle the deck, I be the queen in the pack Gotcha, Lady Patra Paper planes, roger that, 10-4 Got money, been had it, still gettin' more All y'all in the building, but on different floors Y'all couldn't see it how we see it on your tippie-toes Iggy so chillin', so pretty, still pretty Talkin' hits on hits, McGwire, Bonds, Griffey Mash it up, bring the queens of the dancehall with me Pearl handle on the pistol, tell this world to come and get me And I'm thummin' through designers to pick what you feel me proper Hay dudes come through the ranks, but we ain't Shabba Need me a rude boi, something straight out the shockers That could drive a girl crazy, all the way off my rocker Versaces over Allies, lookin' like you could pop a No they thought I wouldn't make it, I'm lookin' like what's the matter? But tell them money talk and that man not saying nada The new classic, signed sincerely, Lady Patra Classic, Sinatra, bad, Phantom of the Opera Shuffle the deck, I be the queen in the pack Gotcha, Lady Patra Classic, Sinatra, bad, Phantom of the Opera Shuffle the deck, I be the queen in the pack Gotcha, Lady Patra She's special and phenomenal Body strong like a stallion She got me wild like an animal Drop it, drop it, pon de floor Drop it, drop it, pon de floor Your patra whine dynamical Billion dollar shape, trillion dollar looks Tell them broke bitch, read it in the books Your thing turn up, you got Louis on your foot You know you got gully on the hook Mr. Brooks Classic, Sinatra, bad, Phantom of the Opera Shuffle the deck, I be the queen in the pack Gotcha, Lady Patra Classic, Sinatra, bad, Phantom of the Opera Shuffle the deck, I be the queen in the pack Gotcha, Lady Patra Said she need a real man Oh yes she want a real one So she fuck with a Jamaican Done (Haha!) Your body looking like a million dollar The baddest bitch you ever seen They wanna, wanna, be my baby mama I fuck her like my enemy Classic, Sinatra, bad, Phantom of the Opera Shuffle the deck, I be the queen in the pack Gotcha, Lady Patra Classic, Sinatra, bad, Phantom of the Opera Shuffle the deck, I be the queen in the pack Gotcha, Lady Patra