
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