Текст песни Ja Rule f The Murderers - Worldwide Gangstas
Ja Rule f The Murderers - Worldwide Gangstas слова песни
[Black Child talking]What`s up Chi-town?Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya areaOn that gangsta shit ya knowConnect worldwideWorldwide gangsta shit nah mean?From Chi-town to MiamiHouston to mother fuckin` LA, we connect niggaWith some gangsta shit[Caddillac Tah]Mother fuckers, you frontin` we comin` with heat niggasAR-15s we sweepin` up the street biggerGuns make niggas run, we squeeze triggersWe leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap[Black Child]Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouseBasically, we bangin` bitches backs outI feel like the last childThrowin` bricks at a glasshousePoppin` and puffin` till I pass out[Caddillac Tah]This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birdsAnd hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga whatWe live it up, from Chi-town to my townWe diggin sluts, long dickin` in the guts[Black Child]We just religious thugs, gangsta pimpsHoes fall in love the way we throw this dickThe Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shitWe came to stop the bank, don`t blink be sick[Caddillac Tah]Nigga all of our love is for the chipsAnd I don`t chase hoes, just pasos and bricksNigga let me sum it upY`all niggas is dumb enoughRun on up, the guns we tuck, bustAshes to ashes, dust to dust[Black Child]Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-CWith Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac TahNigga, we go hard[Gotti]I`m loud when the shells popStill I sell rockGot outta jail on bail, gettin` ready to plotYo I kidnap niggasThen bitch smack niggasGive me the crack nigga or get clap niggaI ain`t one of these rap niggasI`m a big gat spitterBangin` and slangin` to be a rich ass niggaDon`t get tired in these streetsMy nigga died in these streetsIt`s only one option, provide for these streetsMy peeps out here so I ride with these streetsSpent weeks out here, grind on these streetsI know the deal out hereIt`s real out hereGot bitch bud murder and I`m still out hereRockland, Murder INC. you get killed out hereChi-town, New York, blood spill out hereAnd thugs like me, still out hereYeah you heard nigga, I`m still out here[Boo]A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mindBlack Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with ninesTo my thugs on the block, holdin` it downI got love on the block, look at my eyesRockland, Murder INC. what the fuck you thinkMe and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streetsWe don`t wanna body you man, fuck the beefWe sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heatTo many moves to be made, fake thug niggasGet a few through they brain, I been plug niggaIt`s rules to the gameCats like me play not to lose in this gameYou see this little nigga makin` moves in the RangeI see you wack niggas still crusin` with lamesGet full nigga cause it`s food to the brainRockland nigga spit fire and flamesGet it right nigga, we gangsta[Ja Rule]Murder INC. gets poppin` pills, clips, however you like itNiggas get extorted, bitches get excitedKnown to start riots, the Rule and I-N-CGot fedaraleighs watchin` me, the Y-G and I-GPut it together family orientated through guns, drugs, and good relationsReal conversations, we call it real talkAnd that shit spreads all the way from LA to New YorkAnd I love talk, that`s when you get to smash on niggasCatch `em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggasCameras, lights, action, go buck at the masterC`s and past if when I die blow my ashesOff the shores of Costa Rica, nigga to each is ownThe Rule ain`t dyin` alone motherfuckers