Worldwide Gangsta (feat. Caddillac Tah, Black Child, Boo & Gotti)
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[Black Child talking
What's up Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
On that gangsta shit ya know
Connect worldwide
Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean?
From Chi-town to Miami
Houston to mother fuckin' LA, we connect nigga
With some gangsta shit
[Caddillac Tah
Mother fuckers, 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
[Black Child
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin' bitches backs out
I feel like the last child
Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse
Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out
[Caddillac Tah
This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds
And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga what
We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the guts
[Black Child
We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps
Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick
The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit
We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick
[Caddillac Tah
Nigga all of our love is for the chips
And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
Nigga let me sum it up
Y'all niggas 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
Nigga, we go hard
[Gotti
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 bitch smack niggas
Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga
I ain't one of these rap niggas
I'm a big gat spitter
Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga
Don't get tired in these streets
My nigga 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 bitch 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 nigga, I'm still out here
[Boo
A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck nigga, 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 fuck you think
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
We don't wanna body you man, fuck 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 nigga
It's rules to the game
Cats like me play not to lose in this game
You see this little nigga makin' moves in the Range
I see you wack niggas still crusin' with lames
Get full nigga cause it's food to the brain
Rockland nigga spit fire and flames
Get it right nigga, we gangsta
[Ja Rule
Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it
Niggas get extorted, bitches 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 shit spreads all the way from LA to New York
And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas
Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas
Cameras, lights, action, go bu
What's up Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
On that gangsta shit ya know
Connect worldwide
Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean?
From Chi-town to Miami
Houston to mother fuckin' LA, we connect nigga
With some gangsta shit
[Caddillac Tah
Mother fuckers, 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
[Black Child
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin' bitches backs out
I feel like the last child
Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse
Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out
[Caddillac Tah
This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds
And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga what
We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the guts
[Black Child
We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps
Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick
The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit
We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick
[Caddillac Tah
Nigga all of our love is for the chips
And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
Nigga let me sum it up
Y'all niggas 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
Nigga, we go hard
[Gotti
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 bitch smack niggas
Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga
I ain't one of these rap niggas
I'm a big gat spitter
Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga
Don't get tired in these streets
My nigga 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 bitch 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 nigga, I'm still out here
[Boo
A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck nigga, 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 fuck you think
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
We don't wanna body you man, fuck 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 nigga
It's rules to the game
Cats like me play not to lose in this game
You see this little nigga makin' moves in the Range
I see you wack niggas still crusin' with lames
Get full nigga cause it's food to the brain
Rockland nigga spit fire and flames
Get it right nigga, we gangsta
[Ja Rule
Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it
Niggas get extorted, bitches 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 shit spreads all the way from LA to New York
And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas
Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas
Cameras, lights, action, go bu
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.00] [Black Child talking
[00:00.52] What's up Chi-town?
[00:02.33] Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
[00:05.92] On that gangsta shit ya know
[00:08.41] Connect worldwide
[00:11.29] Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean?
[00:14.16] From Chi-town to Miami
[00:16.16] Houston to mother fuckin' LA, we connect nigga
[00:19.34] With some gangsta shit
[00:20.81] [Caddillac Tah
[00:21.37] Mother fuckers, you frontin' we comin' with heat niggas
[00:23.41] AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger
[00:25.72] Guns make niggas run, we squeeze triggers
[00:28.04] We leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap
[00:31.74] [Black Child
[00:32.12] Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
[00:34.55] Basically, we bangin' bitches backs out
[00:36.98] I feel like the last child
[00:38.23] Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse
[00:39.46] Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out
[00:41.25] [Caddillac Tah
[00:41.69] This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds
[00:43.92] And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga what
[00:46.86] We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
[00:49.57] We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the guts
[00:51.65] [Black Child
[00:52.06] We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps
[00:54.30] Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick
[00:56.77] The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit
[00:59.23] We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick
[01:01.20] [Caddillac Tah
[01:01.57] Nigga all of our love is for the chips
[01:03.35] And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
[01:05.52] Nigga let me sum it up
[01:06.91] Y'all niggas is dumb enough
[01:08.45] Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust
[01:09.71] Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
[01:11.57] [Black Child
[01:11.91] Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C
[01:16.36] With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah
[01:20.18] Nigga, we go hard
[01:21.39] [Gotti
[01:21.87] I'm loud when the shells pop
[01:23.50] Still I sell rock
[01:24.53] Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot
[01:26.71] Yo I kidnap niggas
[01:28.41] Then bitch smack niggas
[01:29.48] Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga
[01:31.80] I ain't one of these rap niggas
[01:33.45] I'm a big gat spitter
[01:34.55] Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga
[01:36.95] Don't get tired in these streets
[01:38.55] My nigga died in these streets
[01:39.78] It's only one option, provide for these streets
[01:42.12] My peeps out here so I ride with these streets
[01:44.52] Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets
[01:47.13] I know the deal out here
[01:48.48] It's real out here
[01:49.63] Got bitch bud murder and I'm still out here
[01:51.90] Rockland, Murder INC. you get killed out here
[01:54.52] Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here
[01:56.93] And thugs like me, still out here
[01:59.28] Yeah you heard nigga, I'm still out here
[02:02.17] [Boo
[02:02.45] A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
[02:04.69] Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines
[02:07.03] To my thugs on the block, holdin' it down
[02:09.67] I got love on the block, look at my eyes
[02:12.06] Rockland, Murder INC. what the fuck you think
[02:14.85] Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
[02:17.24] We don't wanna body you man, fuck the beef
[02:19.65] We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
[02:22.24] To many moves to be made, fake thug niggas
[02:24.90] Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigga
[02:27.36] It's rules to the game
[02:28.87] Cats like me play not to lose in this game
[02:31.31] You see this little nigga makin' moves in the Range
[02:33.79] I see you wack niggas still crusin' with lames
[02:36.25] Get full nigga cause it's food to the brain
[02:38.71] Rockland nigga spit fire and flames
[02:41.33] Get it right nigga, we gangsta
[02:42.21] [Ja Rule
[02:42.68] Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it
[02:45.19] Niggas get extorted, bitches get excited
[02:47.59] Known to start riots, the Rule and I-N-C
[02:50.19] Got fedaraleighs watchin' me, the Y-G and I-G
[02:53.52] Put it together family orientated
[02:55.83] Through guns, drugs, and good relations
[02:57.78] Real conversations, we call it real talk
[03:00.15] And that shit spreads all the way from LA to New York
[03:02.64] And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas
[03:05.10] Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas
[03:07.89] Cameras, lights, action, go bu
[03:14.42]
[00:00.52] What's up Chi-town?
[00:02.33] Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
[00:05.92] On that gangsta shit ya know
[00:08.41] Connect worldwide
[00:11.29] Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean?
[00:14.16] From Chi-town to Miami
[00:16.16] Houston to mother fuckin' LA, we connect nigga
[00:19.34] With some gangsta shit
[00:20.81] [Caddillac Tah
[00:21.37] Mother fuckers, you frontin' we comin' with heat niggas
[00:23.41] AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger
[00:25.72] Guns make niggas run, we squeeze triggers
[00:28.04] We leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap
[00:31.74] [Black Child
[00:32.12] Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
[00:34.55] Basically, we bangin' bitches backs out
[00:36.98] I feel like the last child
[00:38.23] Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse
[00:39.46] Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out
[00:41.25] [Caddillac Tah
[00:41.69] This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds
[00:43.92] And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga what
[00:46.86] We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
[00:49.57] We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the guts
[00:51.65] [Black Child
[00:52.06] We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps
[00:54.30] Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick
[00:56.77] The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit
[00:59.23] We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick
[01:01.20] [Caddillac Tah
[01:01.57] Nigga all of our love is for the chips
[01:03.35] And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
[01:05.52] Nigga let me sum it up
[01:06.91] Y'all niggas is dumb enough
[01:08.45] Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust
[01:09.71] Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
[01:11.57] [Black Child
[01:11.91] Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C
[01:16.36] With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah
[01:20.18] Nigga, we go hard
[01:21.39] [Gotti
[01:21.87] I'm loud when the shells pop
[01:23.50] Still I sell rock
[01:24.53] Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot
[01:26.71] Yo I kidnap niggas
[01:28.41] Then bitch smack niggas
[01:29.48] Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga
[01:31.80] I ain't one of these rap niggas
[01:33.45] I'm a big gat spitter
[01:34.55] Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga
[01:36.95] Don't get tired in these streets
[01:38.55] My nigga died in these streets
[01:39.78] It's only one option, provide for these streets
[01:42.12] My peeps out here so I ride with these streets
[01:44.52] Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets
[01:47.13] I know the deal out here
[01:48.48] It's real out here
[01:49.63] Got bitch bud murder and I'm still out here
[01:51.90] Rockland, Murder INC. you get killed out here
[01:54.52] Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here
[01:56.93] And thugs like me, still out here
[01:59.28] Yeah you heard nigga, I'm still out here
[02:02.17] [Boo
[02:02.45] A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
[02:04.69] Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines
[02:07.03] To my thugs on the block, holdin' it down
[02:09.67] I got love on the block, look at my eyes
[02:12.06] Rockland, Murder INC. what the fuck you think
[02:14.85] Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
[02:17.24] We don't wanna body you man, fuck the beef
[02:19.65] We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
[02:22.24] To many moves to be made, fake thug niggas
[02:24.90] Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigga
[02:27.36] It's rules to the game
[02:28.87] Cats like me play not to lose in this game
[02:31.31] You see this little nigga makin' moves in the Range
[02:33.79] I see you wack niggas still crusin' with lames
[02:36.25] Get full nigga cause it's food to the brain
[02:38.71] Rockland nigga spit fire and flames
[02:41.33] Get it right nigga, we gangsta
[02:42.21] [Ja Rule
[02:42.68] Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it
[02:45.19] Niggas get extorted, bitches get excited
[02:47.59] Known to start riots, the Rule and I-N-C
[02:50.19] Got fedaraleighs watchin' me, the Y-G and I-G
[02:53.52] Put it together family orientated
[02:55.83] Through guns, drugs, and good relations
[02:57.78] Real conversations, we call it real talk
[03:00.15] And that shit spreads all the way from LA to New York
[03:02.64] And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas
[03:05.10] Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas
[03:07.89] Cameras, lights, action, go bu
[03:14.42]