Ja Rule Worldwide Gangstas(feat The Murderers Lyrics

Worldwide Gangstas(feat The Murderers Lyrics

[Black Child talking]

 What's up Chi-town?

 Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area

 On that gangsta shit ya know

 Connect worldwide

 Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean?

 From Chi-town to Miami

 Houston to mother fuckin' LA, we connect nigga

 With some gangsta shit

 

 [Caddillac Tah]

 Mother fuckers, you frontin' we comin' with heat niggas

 AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger

 Guns make niggas run, we squeeze triggers

 We leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap

 

 [Black Child]

 Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse

 Basically, we bangin' bitches backs out

 I feel like the last child

 Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse

 Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out

 

 [Caddillac Tah]

 This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds

 And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga what

 We live it up, from Chi-town to my town

 We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the guts

 

 [Black Child]

 We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps

 Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick

 The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit

 We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick

 

 [Caddillac Tah]

 Nigga all of our love is for the chips

 And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks

 Nigga let me sum it up

 Y'all niggas 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

 Nigga, 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 niggas

 Then bitch smack niggas

 Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga

 I ain't one of these rap niggas

 I'm a big gat spitter

 Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga

 Don't get tired in these streets

 My nigga 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 bitch 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 nigga, I'm still out here

 

 [Boo]

 A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind

 Black Cadillac truck nigga, 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 fuck you think

 Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets

 We don't wanna body you man, fuck the beef

 We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat

 To many moves to be made, fake thug niggas

 Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigga

 It's rules to the game

 Cats like me play not to lose in this game

 You see this little nigga makin' moves in the Range

 I see you wack niggas still crusin' with lames

 Get full nigga cause it's food to the brain

 Rockland nigga spit fire and flames

 Get it right nigga, we gangsta

 

 [Ja Rule]

 Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it

 Niggas get extorted, bitches 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 shit spreads all the way from LA to New York

 And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas

 Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas

 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, nigga to each is own

 The Rule ain't dyin' alone motherfuckers