Worldwide Gangstas - Ja Rule

(feat. The Murderers)

[Black Child talking]
What's up Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
On that gangsta sh_t ya know
Connect worldwide
Worldwide gangsta sh_t nah mean?
From Chi-town to Miami
Houston to mother f_ckin' LA, we connect n_gga
With some gangsta sh_t

[Caddillac Tah]
Mother f_ckers, you frontin' we comin' with heat n_ggas
AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger
Guns make n_ggas run, we squeeze triggers
We leave n_ggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap

[Black Child]
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin' b_tches backs out
I feel like the last child
Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse
Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out

[Caddillac Tah]
This gangsta sh_t is for all my youngens who flip birds
And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, n_gga what
We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
We diggin sl_ts, long d_ckin' in the guts

[Black Child]
We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps
Hoes fall in love the way we throw this d_ck
The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and sh_t
We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick

[Caddillac Tah]
N_gga all of our love is for the chips
And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
N_gga let me sum it up
Y'all n_ggas 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
N_gga, 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 n_ggas
Then b_tch smack n_ggas
Give me the crack n_gga or get clap n_gga
I ain't one of these rap n_ggas
I'm a big gat spitter
Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass n_gga
Don't get tired in these streets
My n_gga 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 b_tch 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 n_gga, I'm still out here

A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck n_gga, 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 f_ck you think
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
We don't wanna body you man, f_ck the beef
We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
To many moves to be made, fake thug n_ggas
Get a few through they brain, I been plug n_gga
It's rules to the game
Cats like me play not to lose in this game
You see this little n_gga makin' moves in the Range
I see you wack n_ggas still crusin' with lames
Get full n_gga cause it's food to the brain
Rockland n_gga spit fire and flames
Get it right n_gga, we gangsta

[Ja Rule]
Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it
N_ggas get extorted, b_tches 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 sh_t spreads all the way from LA to New York
And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on n_ggas
Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on n_ggas
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, n_gga to each is own
The Rule ain't dyin' alone motherf_ckers

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