*featuring Crooked I, Eastwood
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Woooooo
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Murder Inc Motherfucker
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[Chorus]
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We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to fuck with us
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In the streets we respected, so ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
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World wide connected nigga, ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
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We gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit
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Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this
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[Eastwood]
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It ain't no verse mother fuckers who fake east thugs
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Its murder Inc In the role nigga throw up your dub
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They show us love in the club real niggaz bossed up man
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We heavily intoxicated so toss it up
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Attacks your mind and your conscience
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Written to enhance this verbally thugs grammar
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I'm bout to touch the roof wit it
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Extraordinary and I was never ordinary in cemetery
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bisit my thugs in mortuaries
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End all most reality young name and 'Pac
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I'm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop
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I hear a lot of niggaz rapping
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But there ain't that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking
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We keep it happening
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I'm a million out the gate
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No scratch that 8 from cd's to tapes we rock like earthquakes
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I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a Fleetwood like a g should
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Young Eastwood is so damn good
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[Chorus]
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[Crooked I]
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Nigga think that I is raw spit
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Murder Inc in the role, we all sick
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So niggaz Involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved
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And I'm a draw quick, nigga awwww shit
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Punks talking lick I haul off quick
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Wit a sawed off kick It's like they fall off cliffs
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Y'all call it off before all y'all get stoned
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like you're fallen off in a raw mosh pit
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Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick
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While I floss in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicks
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Your caution when your calling your six
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Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix
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I'm a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits
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Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya clique
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Spend off with ya grip my land of gangreen
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You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip
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Motherfucker!
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[Chorus]
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[Ja Rule]
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All y'all niggaz need to get off my dick
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I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick
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I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
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World wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathing
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Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental
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And give your the Holy Spirit and see you to gods temple
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I'm the avenging angle and earth be thy claim
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And Ja be thy name, I know your all praying
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For the day of my diminishing,
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Why don't somebody finish them off and put it right through his cross
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The X is the 50 ya'll got to be kidding me
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These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young
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Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls
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Cause they bitch made and they act like one of my itchbays
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Touche! The Rule is more than ready
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Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me)
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[Chorus]
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Connected
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Ja Rule |