JA RULE lyrics : "Worldwide Gangstas"
[Black Child talking]
What's up Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
On that gangsta %#@! ya know
Connect worldwide
Worldwide gangsta %#@! nah mean?
From Chi-town to Miami
Houston to mother $#&@in' LA, we connect ^!$$%
With some gangsta %#@!
[Caddillac Tah]
Mother $#&@ers, you frontin' we comin' with heat ^!$$%s
AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger
Guns make ^!$$%s run, we squeeze triggers
We leave ^!$$%s dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap
[Black Child]
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin' (*##$es backs out
I feel like the last child
Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse
Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out
[Caddillac Tah]
This gangsta %#@! is for all my youngens who flip birds
And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, ^!$$% what
We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
We diggin !@#%s, long dickin' in the guts
[Black Child]
We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps
Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick
The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and %#@!
We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick
[Caddillac Tah]
^!$$% all of our love is for the chips
And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
^!$$% let me sum it up
Y'all ^!$$%s is dumb enough
Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
[Black Child]
Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C
With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah
^!$$%, we go hard
[Gotti]
I'm loud when the shells pop
Still I sell rock
Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot
Yo I kidnap ^!$$%s
Then (*##$ smack ^!$$%s
Give me the crack ^!$$% or get clap ^!$$%
I ain't one of these rap ^!$$%s
I'm a big gat spitter
Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich $$# ^!$$%
Don't get tired in these streets
My ^!$$% died in these streets
It's only one option, provide for these streets
My peeps out here so I ride with these streets
Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets
I know the deal out here
It's real out here
Got (*##$ bud murder and I'm still out here
Rockland, Murder INC. you get killed out here
Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here
And thugs like me, still out here
Yeah you heard ^!$$%, I'm still out here
[Boo]
A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck ^!$$%, loaded with nines
To my thugs on the block, holdin' it down
I got love on the block, look at my eyes
Rockland, Murder INC. what the $#&@ you think
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
We don't wanna body you man, $#&@ the beef
We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
To many moves to be made, fake thug ^!$$%s
Get a few through they brain, I been plug ^!$$%
It's rules to the game
Cats like me play not to lose in this game
You see this little ^!$$% makin' moves in the Range
I see you wack ^!$$%s still crusin' with lames
Get full ^!$$% cause it's food to the brain
Rockland ^!$$% spit fire and flames
Get it right ^!$$%, we gangsta
[Ja Rule]
Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it
^!$$%s get extorted, (*##$es get excited
Known to start riots, the Rule and I-N-C
Got fedaraleighs watchin' me, the Y-G and I-G
Put it together family orientated through guns, drugs, and good relations
Real conversations, we call it real talk
And that %#@! spreads all the way from LA to New York
And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on ^!$$%s
Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on ^!$$%s
Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master
C's and past if when I die blow my ashes
Off the shores of Costa Rica, ^!$$% to each is own
The Rule ain't dyin' alone mother$#&@ers
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