(feat. Crooked I, Eastwood)

Woooooo

Murder Inc Mother$#&@er

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We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to $#&@ with us
In the streets we respected, so ya'll don't want to $#&@ wit us
World wide connected ^!$$%, ya'll don't want to $#&@ wit us

We gangster $$# ^!$$%z and we hard to hit
Murder Inc in the role who could $#&@ wit this


[Eastwood]
It ain't no verse mother $#&@ers who fake east thugs
Its murder Inc In the role ^!$$% throw up your dub

They show us love in the club real ^!$$%z bossed up man
We heavily intoxicated so toss it up
Attacks your mind and your conscience

Written to enhance this verbally thugs grammar
I'm bout to touch the roof wit it
Extraordinary and I was never ordinary in cemetery

bisit my thugs in mortuaries
End all most reality young name and 'Pac
I'm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop

I hear a lot of ^!$$%z rapping
But there ain't that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking
We keep it happening

I'm a million out the gate
No scratch that 8 from cd's to tapes we rock like earthquakes
I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a Fleetwood like a g should

Young Eastwood is so damn good

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[Crooked I]
^!$$% think that I is raw spit

Murder Inc in the role, we all sick
So ^!$$%z Involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved
And I'm a draw quick, ^!$$% awwww %#@!

Punks talking lick I haul off quick
Wit a sawed off kick It's like they fall off cliffs
Y'all call it off before all y'all get stoned

like you're fallen off in a raw mosh pit
Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick
While I floss in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicks

Your caution when your calling your six
Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix
I'm a pause in the (*##$ bossed in the pits

Burn I serve ^!$$%z stay off at ya clique
Spend off with ya grip my land of gangreen
You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip

Mother$#&@er!

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[Ja Rule]
All y'all ^!$$%z need to get off my dick

I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick
I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
World wide connected any type ^!$$%z there's no breathing

Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental
And give your the Holy Spirit and see you to gods temple
I'm the avenging angle and earth be thy claim

And Ja be thy name, I know your all praying
For the day of my diminishing,
Why don't somebody finish them off and put it right through his cross

The X is the 50 ya'll got to be kidding me
These ^!$$%z is my sons I raised them from young
Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls

Cause they (*##$ made and they act like one of my itchbays
Touche! The Rule is more than ready
Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me)


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