Worldwide Gangsta lyrics

[Intro: Black Child]
What's 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*ckin' LA, we connect n*gga
With some gangsta sh*t

[Verse 1: Caddillac Tah]
Mother f*ckers, you frontin' we comin' with heat n*ggas
AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger
Guns make n*ggas run, we squeeze triggers
We leave n*ggas dead for the stacks, slumped over
Head in they lap

[Verse 2: Black Child]
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin' b*tches backs out
I feel like the last child
Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse
Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out

[Verse 3: Caddillac Tah]
This gangsta sh*t is for all my youngens who flip birds
And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, n*gga what
We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
We diggin sl*ts, long di*kin' in the guts
[Verse 4: Black Child]
We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps
Hoes fall in love the way we throw this di*k
The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and sh*t
We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick

[Verse 5: Caddillac Tah]
n*gga all of our love is for the chips
And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
n*gga let me sum it up
Y'all n*ggas is dumb enough
Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

[Black Child]
Holla at us, R.O.C.K.L.A.N.D. and I.N.C
With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah
n*gga, we go hard

[Verse 6: Gotti]
I'm loud when the shells pop
Still I sell rock
Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot
Yo I kidnap n*ggas
Then b*tch smack n*ggas
Give me the crack n*gga or get clap n*gga
I ain't one of these rap n*ggas
I'm a big gat spitter
Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass n*gga
Don't get tired in these streets
My n*gga died in these streets
It's 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
It's real out here
Got b*tch 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 n*gga, I'm still out here
[Verse 7: Boo]
A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck n*gga, 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*ck you think
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
We don't wanna body you man, f*ck the beef
We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
To many moves to be made, fake thug n*ggas
Get a few through they brain, I been plug n*gga
It's rules to the game
Cats like me play not to lose in this game
You see this little n*gga makin' moves in the Range
I see you wack n*ggas still crusin' with lames
Get full n*gga cause it's food to the brain
Rockland n*gga spit fire and flames
Get it right n*gga, we gangsta

[Verse 6: Ja Rule]
Murder Inc. get's it poppin', pills, clips, however you like it
n*ggas get extorted, b*tches 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 L.A. to New York
And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on n*ggas
Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on n*ggas
Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master
C's and past if when I die blow my ashes
Off the shores of Costa Rica, n*gga to each is own
The Rule ain't dyin' alone motherf*ckers
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