เนื้อเพลง 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

[Gotti]
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

[Boo]
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