Ja Rule - Worldwide Gangsta Lyrics
Worldwide gangstas(feat. the murderers)[black child talking]Whats 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 *****in la, we connect niggaWith some gangsta shit[caddillac tah]Mother *****ers, 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 *****es 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, dont blink be sick[caddillac tah]Nigga all of our love is for the chipsAnd I dont chase hoes, just pasos and bricksNigga let me sum it upYall 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]Im loud when the shells popStill I sell rockGot outta jail on bail, gettin ready to plotYo I kidnap niggasThen ***** smack niggasGive me the crack nigga or get clap niggaI aint one of these rap niggasIm a big gat spitterBangin and slangin to be a rich ass niggaDont get tired in these streetsMy nigga died in these streetsIts 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 hereIts real out hereGot ***** bud murder and Im 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, Im 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 ***** you thinkMe and gotti whole plan is to cover the streetsWe dont wanna body you man, ***** 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 niggaIts 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 its 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, *****es 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, thats when you get to smash on niggasCatch em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggasCameras, lights, action, go buck at the masterCs and past if when I die blow my ashesOff the shores of costa rica, nigga to each is ownThe rule aint dyin alone mother*****ers
