Worldwide Gangsta
Ja Rule"Worldwide Gangsta" is a song by Ja Rule, released in 2001 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:17 long and contains 85 lines and 660 words.
0:01Whats up chi-town
0:02Yeah murder inc back up in ya area
0:05On that gangsta sh*t ya know
0:09Connect worldwide
0:12Worldwide gangsta sh*t nah mean
0:14From chi-town to miami
0:16Houston to mother f**kin la we connect ni**a
0:20With some gangsta sh*t
0:21Mother f**kers you frontin we comin with heat niggas
0:26Ar-15s we sweepin up the street bigger
0:28Guns make niggas run we squeeze triggers
0:29We leave niggas dead for the stacks slumped over head in they lap
0:32Yo we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
0:34Basically we bangin b**ches backs out
0:36I feel like the last child
0:37Throwin bricks at a glasshouse
0:39Poppin and puffin till I pass out
0:43This gangsta sh*t is for all my youngens who flip birds
0:45And hug the block in club they cris and twist the bud ni**a what
0:48We live it up from chi-town to my town
0:51We diggin sluts long dickin in the guts
0:53We just religious thugs gangsta pimps
0:56Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick
0:58The hummers on dubs look like tanks and sh*t
1:00We came to stop the bank don't blink be sick
1:02Ni**a all of our love is for the chips
1:04And I don't chase hoes just pasos and bricks
1:05Ni**a let me sum it up
1:07Yall niggas is dumb enough
1:09Run on up the guns we tuck bust
1:10Ashes to ashes dust to dust
1:12Holla at us r-o-c-k-l-a-n-d and i-n-c
1:17With boo and gotti ferrari black and caddillac tah
1:21Ni**a we go hard
1:22I'm loud when the shells pop
1:23Still I sell rock
1:24Got outta jail on bail gettin ready to plot
1:27Yo I kidnap niggas
1:28Then b**ch smack niggas
1:29Give me the crack ni**a or get clap ni**a
1:32I ain't one of these rap niggas
1:34I'm a big gat spitter
1:35Bangin and slangin to be a rich a** ni**a
1:37Don't get tired in these streets
1:39My ni**a died in these streets
1:42Its only one option provide for these streets
1:44My peeps out here so I ride with these streets
1:47Spent weeks out here grind on these streets
1:49I know the deal out here
1:50Its real out here
1:51Got b**ch bud murder and I'm still out here
1:54Rockland murder inc you get killed out here
1:55Chi-town new york blood spill out here
1:57And thugs like me still out here
2:00Yeah you heard ni**a I'm still out here
2:02A yo I ride up lied up outta my mind
2:05Black cadillac truck ni**a loaded with nines
2:07To my thugs on the block holdin it down
2:10I got love on the block look at my eyes
2:12Rockland murder inc what the f**k you think
2:15Me and gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
2:17We don't wanna body you man f**k the beef
2:21We sell a lot of these grams and clutch the heat
2:23To many moves to be made fake thug niggas
2:26Get a few through they brain I been plug ni**a
2:29Its rules to the game
2:31Cats like me play not to lose in this game
2:34You see this little ni**a makin moves in the range
2:36I see you wack niggas still crusin with lames
2:37Get full ni**a cause its food to the brain
2:39Rockland ni**a spit fire and flames
2:41Get it right ni**a we gangsta
2:43Murder inc gets poppin pills clips however you like it
2:45Niggas get extorted b**ches get excited
2:46Known to start riots the rule and i-n-c
2:49Got fedaraleighs watchin me the y-g and i-g
2:52Put it together family orientated through guns drugs and good relations
2:55Real conversations we call it real talk
2:58And that sh*t spreads all the way from la to new york
3:02And I love talk thats when you get to smash on niggas
3:06Catch em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas
3:09Cameras lights action go buck at the master
3:12Cs and past if when I die blow my ashes
3:15Off the shores of costa rica ni**a to each is own
3:17The rule ain't dyin alone motherf**kers
Whats 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**kin la we connect ni**a With some gangsta sh*t Mother f**kers you frontin we comin with heat niggas Ar-15s we sweepin up the street bigger Guns make niggas run we squeeze triggers We leave niggas dead for the stacks slumped over head in they lap Yo we constantly count cream in the crackhouse Basically we bangin b**ches backs out I feel like the last child Throwin bricks at a glasshouse Poppin and puffin till I pass out This gangsta sh*t is for all my youngens who flip birds And hug the block in club they cris and twist the bud ni**a what We live it up from chi-town to my town We diggin sluts long dickin in the guts We just religious thugs gangsta pimps Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick The hummers on dubs look like tanks and sh*t We came to stop the bank don't blink be sick Ni**a all of our love is for the chips And I don't chase hoes just pasos and bricks Ni**a let me sum it up Yall niggas 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 Ni**a we go hard I'm loud when the shells pop Still I sell rock Got outta jail on bail gettin ready to plot Yo I kidnap niggas Then b**ch smack niggas Give me the crack ni**a or get clap ni**a I ain't one of these rap niggas I'm a big gat spitter Bangin and slangin to be a rich a** ni**a Don't get tired in these streets My ni**a 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 b**ch 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 ni**a I'm still out here A yo I ride up lied up outta my mind Black cadillac truck ni**a 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**k you think Me and gotti whole plan is to cover the streets We don't wanna body you man f**k the beef We sell a lot of these grams and clutch the heat To many moves to be made fake thug niggas Get a few through they brain I been plug ni**a Its rules to the game Cats like me play not to lose in this game You see this little ni**a makin moves in the range I see you wack niggas still crusin with lames Get full ni**a cause its food to the brain Rockland ni**a spit fire and flames Get it right ni**a we gangsta Murder inc gets poppin pills clips however you like it Niggas get extorted b**ches 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 la to new york And I love talk thats when you get to smash on niggas Catch em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas Cameras lights action go buck at the master Cs and past if when I die blow my ashes Off the shores of costa rica ni**a to each is own The rule ain't dyin alone motherf**kers
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