Ja Rule Connected(feat Crooked I Eastwood Lyrics

Connected(feat Crooked I Eastwood Lyrics

Woooooo

 Murder Inc Motherfucker

 

 [Chorus]

 We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to fuck with us

 In the streets we respected, so ya'll don't want to fuck wit us

 World wide connected nigga, ya'll don't want to fuck wit us

 We gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit

 Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this

 

 [Eastwood]

 It ain't no verse mother fuckers who fake east thugs

 Its murder Inc In the role nigga throw up your dub

 They show us love in the club real niggaz bossed up man

 We heavily intoxicated so toss it up

 Attacks your mind and your conscience

 Written to enhance this verbally thugs grammar

 I'm bout to touch the roof wit it

 Extraordinary and I was never ordinary in cemetery

 bisit my thugs in mortuaries

 End all most reality young name and 'Pac

 I'm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop

 I hear a lot of niggaz rapping

 But there ain't that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking

 We keep it happening

 I'm a million out the gate

 No scratch that 8 from cd's to tapes we rock like earthquakes

 I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a Fleetwood like a g should

 Young Eastwood is so damn good

 

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 [Crooked I]

 Nigga think that I is raw spit

 Murder Inc in the role, we all sick

 So niggaz Involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved

 And I'm a draw quick, nigga awwww shit

 Punks talking lick I haul off quick

 Wit a sawed off kick It's like they fall off cliffs

 Y'all call it off before all y'all get stoned

 like you're fallen off in a raw mosh pit

 Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick

 While I floss in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicks

 Your caution when your calling your six

 Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix

 I'm a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits

 Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya clique

 Spend off with ya grip my land of gangreen

 You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip

 Motherfucker!

 

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 [Ja Rule]

 All y'all niggaz need to get off my dick

 I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick

 I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland

 World wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathing

 Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental 

 And give your the Holy Spirit and see you to gods temple

 I'm the avenging angle and earth be thy claim

 And Ja be thy name, I know your all praying

 For the day of my diminishing, 

 Why don't somebody finish them off and put it right through his cross

 The X is the 50 ya'll got to be kidding me

 These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young

 Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls

 Cause they bitch made and they act like one of my itchbays

 Touche! The Rule is more than ready

 Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me)

 

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