[Black Child talking]
What's up Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
On that gangsta sh** ya know
Connect worldwide
Worldwide gangsta sh** nah mean?
From Chi-town to Miami
Houston to mother f**in' LA, we connect n***a
With some gangsta sh**
[Caddillac Tah]
Mother f**ers, you frontin' we comin' with heat n***as
AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger
Guns make n***as run, we squeeze triggers
We leave n***as dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap
[Black Child]
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin' b**hes backs out
I feel like the last child
Throwin' bricks at a gla**house
Poppin' and puffin' till I pa** out
[Caddillac Tah]
This gangsta sh** is for all my youngens who flip birds
And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, n***a what
We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
We diggin s*uts, 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 sh**
We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick
[Caddillac Tah]
n***a all of our love is for the chips
And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
n***a let me sum it up
Y'all n***as 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
n***a, 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 n***as
Then b**h smack n***as
Give me the crack n***a or get clap n***a
I ain't one of these rap n***as
I'm a big gat spitter
Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich a** n***a
Don't get tired in these streets
My n***a 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 b**h bud murder and I'm still out here
Rockland, Murder INC. you get k**ed out here
Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here
And thugs like me, still out here
Yeah you heard n***a, I'm still out here
[Boo]
A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck n***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** you think
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
We don't wanna body you man, f** the beef
We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
To many moves to be made, fake thug n***as
Get a few through they brain, I been plug n***a
It's rules to the game
Cats like me play not to lose in this game
You see this little n***a makin' moves in the Range
I see you wack n***as still crusin' with lames
Get full n***a cause it's food to the brain
Rockland n***a spit fire and flames
Get it right n***a, we gangsta
[Ja Rule]
Murder INC. gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it
n***as get extorted, b**hes 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, d**, and good relations
Real conversations, we call it real talk
And that sh** spreads all the way from LA to New York
And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on n***as
Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on n***as
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, n***a to each is own
The Rule ain't dyin' alone motherf**ers