"Worldwide Gangstas"
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(feat. The Murderers)
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[Black Child talking]
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What's up Chi-town?
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Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
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On that gangsta shit ya know
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Connect worldwide
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Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean?
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From Chi-town to Miami
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Houston to mother fuckin' LA, we connect nigga
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With some gangsta shit
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[Caddillac Tah]
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Mother fuckers, you frontin' we comin' with heat niggas
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AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger
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Guns make niggas run, we squeeze triggers
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We leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap
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[Black Child]
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Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
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Basically, we bangin' bitches backs out
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I feel like the last child
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Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse
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Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out
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[Caddillac Tah]
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This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds
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And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga what
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We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
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We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the guts
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[Black Child]
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We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps
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Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick
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The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit
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We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick
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[Caddillac Tah]
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Nigga all of our love is for the chips
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And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
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Nigga let me sum it up
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Y'all niggas is dumb enough
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Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust
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Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
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[Black Child]
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Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C
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With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah
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Nigga, we go hard
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[Gotti]
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I'm loud when the shells pop
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Still I sell rock
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Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot
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Yo I kidnap niggas
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Then bitch smack niggas
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Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga
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I ain't one of these rap niggas
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I'm a big gat spitter
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Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga
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Don't get tired in these streets
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My nigga died in these streets
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It's only one option, provide for these streets
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My peeps out here so I ride with these streets
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Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets
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I know the deal out here
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It's real out here
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Got bitch bud murder and I'm still out here
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Rockland, Murder INC. you get killed out here
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Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here
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And thugs like me, still out here
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Yeah you heard nigga, I'm still out here
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[Boo]
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A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
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Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines
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To my thugs on the block, holdin' it down
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I got love on the block, look at my eyes
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Rockland, Murder INC. what the fuck you think
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Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
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We don't wanna body you man, fuck the beef
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We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
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To many moves to be made, fake thug niggas
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Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigga
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It's rules to the game
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Cats like me play not to lose in this game
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You see this little nigga makin' moves in the Range
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I see you wack niggas still crusin' with lames
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Get full nigga cause it's food to the brain
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Rockland nigga spit fire and flames
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Get it right nigga, we gangsta
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[Ja Rule]
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Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it
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Niggas get extorted, bitches get excited
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Known to start riots, the Rule and I-N-C
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Got fedaraleighs watchin' me, the Y-G and I-G
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Put it together family orientated through guns, drugs, and good relations
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Real conversations, we call it real talk
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And that shit spreads all the way from LA to New York
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And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas
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Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas
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Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master
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C's and past if when I die blow my ashes
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Off the shores of Costa Rica, nigga to each is own
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The Rule ain't dyin' alone motherfuckers
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Worldwide Gangsta
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| Ja Rule |
