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ja rule - worldwide gangstas lyrics

(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-gg-
with some gangsta sh-t

[caddillac tah]
mother f-ckers, you frontin’ we comin’ with heat n-gg-s
ar-15s we sweepin’ up the street bigger
guns make n-gg-s run, we squeeze triggers
we leave n-gg-s 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 gl-sshouse
poppin’ and puffin’ till i p-ss 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-gg- 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-gg- all of our love is for the chips
and i don’t chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
n-gg- let me sum it up
y’all n-gg-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
n-gg-, we go hard

[gotti]
i’m loud when the sh-lls pop
still i sell rock
got outta jail on bail, gettin’ ready to plot
yo i kidnap n-gg-s
then b-tch smack n-gg-s
give me the crack n-gg- or get clap n-gg-
i ain’t one of these rap n-gg-s
i’m a big gat spitter
bangin’ and slangin’ to be a rich -ss n-gg-
don’t get tired in these streets
my n-gg- 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-gg-, i’m still out here

[boo]
a yo i ride up, lied up outta my mind
black cadillac truck n-gg-, 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-gg-s
get a few through they brain, i been plug n-gg-
it’s rules to the game
cats like me play not to lose in this game
you see this little n-gg- makin’ moves in the range
i see you wack n-gg-s still crusin’ with lames
get full n-gg- cause it’s food to the brain
rockland n-gg- spit fire and flames
get it right n-gg-, we gangsta

[ja rule]
murder inc. gets poppin’ pills, clips, however you like it
n-gg-s 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-gg-s
catch ’em in the dark spot and put the flash on n-gg-s
cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master
c’s and past if when i die blow my ashes
off the sh-r-s of costa rica, n-gg- to each is own
the rule ain’t dyin’ alone motherf-ckers

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