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JA RULE lyrics : "Worldwide Gangstas"

(feat. The Murderers)

[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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