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