Wassup Chi town

Yea


Murder Inc. back up in your area


On that gangsta %#@! you know

Connect worldwide


Worldwide gangsta %#@!


You nah what I mean?

Chi town to Miami


Houston to mother$#&@in' L.A.


We connect !@$@

Gangsta %#@!





Mother $#&@ers

You frontin' we comin' with heat ^!$$%s


Aiya fifteen's sweep up the street bigger


(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Guns make bigger ^!$$%s run


We squeeze triggers


(Ahh haa)

And leave ^!$$%s dead for the stacks


Slumped over, head in they lap




Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse


Basically, we bangin' (*##$es back out


I feel like the last child

Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse


(Yeah)


Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out

(Ahh)





This gangsta %#@! is for all my youngs who flip birds

And hug the block


In club they pop cris and twist the bud, ^!$$% what


We live it up, from Chi town to my town

(Ahh)


We diggin !@#%s, long dickin' in the guts




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

(Oh)




^!$$% all of our love is for the chips

And I don't chase hoes, just pesos 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



Holla at us, R O C K L A N D and I N C


With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari black and Cadillac tah

^!$$%, we go hard




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 murdered 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



A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind

Black Cadillac truck ^!$$%, loaded with nines

To my thugs on the block, holdin' them dimes

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 braids, 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



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 L.A. 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

Haha