Wassup Chi town

Yea

Murder Inc. back up in your area

On that gangsta *** you know

Connect worldwide

Worldwide gangsta ***

You nah what I mean?

Chi town to Miami

Houston to mother***in' L.A.

We connect ***

Gangsta *** Mother ***ers

You frontin' we comin' with heat niggas

Aiya fifteen's sweep up the street bigger

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Guns make bigger niggas run

We squeeze triggers

(Ahh haa)

And leave niggas dead for the stacks

Slumped over, head in they lap Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse

Basically, we bangin' bitches back out

I feel like the last child

Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse

(Yeah)

Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out

(Ahh) This gangsta *** is for all my youngs who flip birds

And hug the block

In club they pop cris and twist the bud, nigga what

We live it up, from Chi town to my town

(Ahh)

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 ***

We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick

(Oh) Nigga all of our love is for the chips

And I don't chase hoes, just pesos 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 Holla at us, R O C K L A N D and I N C

With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari black and Cadillac tah

Nigga, 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 bitch smack niggas

Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga

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 murdered 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 A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind

Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines

To my thugs on the block, holdin' them dimes

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 don't 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 niggas

Get a few through they braids, 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 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 *** spreads all the way from L.A. 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 buck at the master

C's and past if when I die blow my ashes

Off the shores of Costa Rica, nigga to each is own

The rule ain't dyin' alone mother***ers

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