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"Worldwide Gangstas"
(feat. The Murderers)
Black Child talking
What's up Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
On that gangsta s**t ya know
Connect worldwide
Worldwide gangsta s**t nah mean?
From Chi-town to Miami
Houston to mother fkin' LA, we connect nigg*
With some gangsta s**t
Caddillac Tah
Mother fkers, you frontin' we comin' with heat
AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger
Guns make run, we squeeze triggers
We leave dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap
Black Child
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin' girls backs out
I feel like the last child
Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse
Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out
Caddillac Tah
This gangsta s**t is for all my youngens who flip birds
And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigg* what
We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
We diggin gals, 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 s**t
We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick
Caddillac Tah
nigg* all of our love is for the chips
And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
nigg* let me sum it up
Y'all 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
nigg*, 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
Then b*tch smack
Give me the crack nigg* or get clap nigg*
I ain't one of these rap
I'm a big gat spitter
Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich as* nigg*
Don't get tired in these streets
My nigg* 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 nigg*, I'm still out here
Boo
A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck nigg*, 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 fk you think
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
We don't wanna body you man, fk the beef
We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
To many moves to be made, fake thug
Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigg*
It's rules to the game
Cats like me play not to lose in this game
You see this little nigg* makin' moves in the Range
I see you wack still crusin' with lames
Get full nigg* cause it's food to the brain
Rockland nigg* spit fire and flames
Get it right nigg*, we gangsta
Ja Rule
Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it
get extorted, girls 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 s**t spreads all the way from LA to New York
And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on
Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on
Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master
C's and past if when I die blow my ashes
Off the sh*res of Costa Rica, nigg* to each is own
The Rule ain't dyin' alone motherfkers