Worldwide Gangsta

Artist：ja rule

Songs Title：worldwide gangsta

Whats up chi-town

Yeah murder inc back up in ya area

On that gangsta sh*t ya know

Connect worldwide

Worldwide gangsta sh*t nah mean

From chi-town to miami

Houston to mother f**kin la we connect ni**a

With some gangsta sh*t

Mother f**kers you frontin we comin with heat niggas

Ar-15s we sweepin up the street bigger

Guns make niggas run we squeeze triggers

We leave niggas dead for the stacks slumped over head in they lap

Yo we constantly count cream in the crackhouse

Basically we bangin b**ches backs out

I feel like the last child

Throwin bricks at a glasshouse

Poppin and puffin till I pass out

This gangsta sh*t is for all my youngens who flip birds

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

We live it up from chi-town to my town

We diggin sluts long dickin in the guts

We just religious thugs gangsta pimps

Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick

The hummers on dubs look like tanks and sh*t

We came to stop the bank don't blink be sick

Ni**a all of our love is for the chips

And I don't chase hoes just pasos and bricks

Ni**a let me sum it up

Yall niggas 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

Ni**a we go hard

I'm loud when the shells pop

Still I sell rock

Got outta jail on bail gettin ready to plot

Yo I kidnap niggas

Then b**ch smack niggas

Give me the crack ni**a or get clap ni**a

I ain't one of these rap niggas

I'm a big gat spitter

Bangin and slangin to be a rich a** ni**a

Don't get tired in these streets

My ni**a 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 b**ch bud murder and I'm 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 ni**a I'm still out here

A yo I ride up lied up outta my mind

Black cadillac truck ni**a 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 f**k you think

Me and gotti whole plan is to cover the streets

We don't wanna body you man f**k the beef

We sell a lot of these grams and clutch the heat

To many moves to be made fake thug niggas

Get a few through they brain I been plug ni**a

Its rules to the game

Cats like me play not to lose in this game

You see this little ni**a makin moves in the range

I see you wack niggas still crusin with lames

Get full ni**a cause its food to the brain

Rockland ni**a spit fire and flames

Get it right ni**a we gangsta

Murder inc gets poppin pills clips however you like it

Niggas get extorted b**ches 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 sh*t spreads all the way from la to new york

And I love talk thats when you get to smash on niggas

Catch em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas

Cameras lights action go buck at the master

Cs and past if when I die blow my ashes

Off the shores of costa rica ni**a to each is own

The rule ain't dyin alone motherf**kers