Ja Rule - Connected Lyrics
WooooooMurder inc mother*****er[chorus]We world wide connected, and yall dont want to ***** with usIn the streets we respected, so yall dont want to ***** wit usWorld wide connected nigga, yall dont want to ***** wit usWe gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hitMurder inc in the role who could ***** wit this[eastwood]It aint no verse mother *****ers who fake east thugsIts murder inc in the role nigga throw up your dubThey show us love in the club real niggaz bossed up manWe heavily intoxicated so toss it upAttacks your mind and your conscienceWritten to enhance this verbally thugs grammarIm bout to touch the roof wit itExtraordinary and I was never ordinary in cemeteryBisit my thugs in mortuariesEnd all most reality young name and pacIm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes popI hear a lot of niggaz rappingBut there aint that many rappers out there scraping and keep it crackingWe keep it happeningIm a million out the gateNo scratch that 8 from cds to tapes we rock like earthquakesIm eastwood catch me dipping a fleetwood like a g shouldYoung eastwood is so damn good[chorus][crooked i]Nigga think that I is raw spitMurder inc in the role, we all sickSo niggaz involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involvedAnd Im a draw quick, nigga awwww shitPunks talking lick I haul off quickWit a sawed off kick its like they fall off cliffsYall call it off before all yall get stonedLike youre fallen off in a raw mosh pitGet tossed in a ditch your coffin is sickWhile I floss in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicksYour caution when your calling your sixCause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mixIm a pause in the ***** bossed in the pitsBurn I serve niggaz stay off at ya cliqueSpend off with ya grip my land of gangreenYou have the doctors taking your leg off of your hipMother*****er![chorus][ja rule]All yall niggaz need to get off my dickI spit it how I live it plus the flows real sickI got killers ranged from compton to clevelandWorld wide connected any type niggaz theres no breathingGive me the reason I put a halo throw your mentalAnd give your the holy spirit and see you to gods templeIm the avenging angle and earth be thy claimAnd ja be thy name, I know your all prayingFor the day of my diminishing,Why dont somebody finish them off and put it right through his crossThe x is the 50 yall got to be kidding meThese niggaz is my sons I raised them from youngCurtis and little earl should of been little girlsCause they ***** made and they act like one of my itchbaysTouche! the rule is more than readyGun heavy and world wide connected (feel me)[chorus]
