We world wide connected, and ya’ll don’t want to fuck with us In the streets we respected, so ya’ll don’t want to fuck with us World wide connected nigga, ya’ll don’t want to fuck with us We gangster ass niggas and we hard to hit Murder Inc in the role who could fuck with this
It ain’t no verse mother fuckers who fake east thugs It’s murder Inc and the Row nigga throw up your dub They show us love in the club real niggas bossed up man We heavily intoxicated so toss it up Attacks your mind and your conscience Written to enhance this verbally thugs grammar I’m bout to touch the roof with it Extraordinary and I was never ordinary in cemetery Bisit my thugs in mortuaries End all most reality young name and ‘Pac I’m a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop I hear a lot of niggas rapping But there ain’t that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking We keep it happening I’m a million out the gate No scratch that 8 from CDs to tapes we rock like earthquakes I’m Eastwood catch me dipping a Fleetwood like a g should Young Eastwood is so damn good
We world wide connected, and ya’ll don’t want to fuck with us In the streets we respected, so ya’ll don’t want to fuck with us World wide connected nigga, ya’ll don’t want to fuck with us We gangster ass niggas and we hard to hit Murder Inc in the role who could fuck with this
Nigga Crooked I is raw spit Murder Inc. and the Row, we all sick So all niggas involved get mauled quick as a dog, and the braul gets you to fall Then I’ma draw quick, nigga awwww shit Punks talking lip, I haul off quick With a sawed off kick it’s like you fall off cliffs Y’all call it off before all y’all get stomped Like you’re fallen off in a raw mosh pit Off in a ditch your coffin’ll sit While I floss in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicks Your caution when your calling your six Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix I’m a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits Burn I serve niggas stay off at ya clique Spend off with ya grip my land of gangreen You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip Motherfucker!
We world wide connected, and ya’ll don’t want to fuck with us In the streets we respected, so ya’ll don’t want to fuck with us World wide connected nigga, ya’ll don’t want to fuck with us We gangster ass niggas and we hard to hit Murder Inc in the role who could fuck with this
All y’all niggas need to get off my dick I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick Bronchial eating I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland World wide connected air tight niggas there’s no breathing Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental And give your the Holy Spirit and see you to gods temple I’m the avenging angle and earth be thy claim And Ja be thy name, I know your all praying For the day of my diminishing Why don’t somebody finish them off and put it right through his cross The Xs the 50s ya’ll gotta be kidding me These niggas is my sons Raised them from young Curtis and lil earl, should of been little girls ‘Cause they bitch-made now they act like one of my itchbays Touche the rule is more than ready Gun heavy, and worldwide connected feel me?
We world wide connected, and ya’ll don’t want to fuck with us In the streets we respected, so ya’ll don’t want to fuck with us World wide connected nigga, ya’ll don’t want to fuck with us We gangster ass niggas and we hard to hit Murder Inc in the role who could fuck with this