Worldwide Gangsta

作词 : Atkins, Aurelius, Crocker ...

Artist：ja rule

Songs Title：worldwide gangsta

Whats 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 **** la, we connect shit

With some gangsta shit

Mother ****ers, you frontin we comin with heat shit

Ar-15s we sweepin up the street bigger

Guns make ****ers run, we squeeze triggers

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

Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse

Basically, we bangin ****ers backs out

I feel like the last child

Throwin bricks at a glasshouse

Poppin and puffin till I pass out

This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds

And hug the block, in club they cris and twist the bud, **** what

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

We diggin s***s, long ****in in the guts

We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps

Hoes fall in love the way we throw this shit

The hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit

We came to stop the bank, dont blink be sick

****ers all of our love is for the chips

And I dont chase hoes, just pasos and bricks

****ers let me sum it up

Yall ****ers is dumb enough

Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Holla at us, r-o-c-k-l-a-n-d and i-n-c

With boo and gotti, ferrari black and caddillac tah

****ers, we go hard

Im loud when the shells pop

Still I sell rock

Got outta jail on bail, gettin ready to plot

Yo I kidnap ****ers

Then ****ers smack ****ers

Give me the crack ****ers or get clap ****ers

I aint one of these rap ****ers

Im a big gat spitter

Bangin and slangin to be a rich ass ****ers

Dont get tired in these streets

My ****ers died in these streets

Its 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

Its real out here

Got ****ers bud murder and Im 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 ****ers, Im still out here

A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind

Black cadillac truck ****ers, 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 **** you think

Me and gotti whole plan is to cover the streets

We dont wanna body you man, **** the beef

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

To many moves to be made, fake thug ****ers

Get a few through they brain, I been plug ****ers

Its rules to the game

Cats like me play not to lose in this game

You see this little ****er makin moves in the range

I see you wack ****ers still crusin with lames

Get full ****ers cause its food to the brain

Rockland ****ers spit fire and flames

Get it right ****ers, we gangsta

Murder inc. gets poppin pills, clips, however you like it

****ers get extorted, ****ers 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, thats when you get to smash on ****ers

Catch em in the dark spot and put the flash on ****ers

Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master

Cs and past if when I die blow my ashes

Off the shores of costa ****er rica, to each is own

The rule aint dyin alone ****ers