Worldwide Gangsta

Artist：ja rule

Songs Title：worldwide gangsta

Whats up chi-town?

Yeah, murder inc. back up in ya area

On that gangsta *************t ya know

Connect worldwide

Worldwide gangsta *************t nah mean?

From chi-town to miami

Houston to mother ****** la, we connect *************

With some gangsta *************t

Mother *******s, you frontin we comin with heat *************s

Ar-15s we sweepin up the street bigger

Guns make *************s run, we squeeze triggers

We leave *************s dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap

Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse

Basically, we bangin ******* backs out

I feel like the last child

Throwin bricks at a glasshouse

Poppin and puffin till I pass out

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

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

We live it up, from chi-town to my town

We diggin sluts, long *************in in the guts

We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps

Hoes fall in love the way we throw this *************

The hummers on dubs look like tanks and *************t

We came to stop the bank, dont blink be sick

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

And I dont chase hoes, just pasos and bricks

************* let me sum it up

Yall *************s 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

*************, we go hard

Im loud when the shells pop

Still I sell rock

Got outta jail on bail, gettin ready to plot

Yo I kidnap *************s

Then ************* smack *************s

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

I aint one of these rap *************s

Im a big gat spitter

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

Dont get tired in these streets

My ************* 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 ************* bud murder and Im 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 *************, Im still out here

A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind

Black cadillac truck *************, 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 ************* you think

Me and gotti whole plan is to cover the streets

We dont wanna body you man, ************* the beef

We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat

To many moves to be made, fake thug *************s

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

Its rules to the game

Cats like me play not to lose in this game

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

I see you wack *************s still crusin with lames

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

Rockland ************* spit fire and flames

Get it right *************, we gangsta

Murder inc. gets poppin pills, clips, however you like it

*************s get extorted, ******* 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 *************t spreads all the way from la to new york

And I love talk, thats when you get to smash on *************s

Catch em in the dark spot and put the flash on *************s

Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master

Cs and past if when I die blow my ashes

Off the shores of costa ************* rica, to each is own

The rule aint dyin alone mother*******s