worldwide gangstas lyrics – 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*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

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

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

/ ja rule lyrics