Woooooo
Murder Inc Motherf**er
[Hook: Chink Santana]
We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to f** with us
In the streets we respected, so ya'll don't want to f** wit us
World wide connected n***a, ya'll don't want to f** wit us
We gangster a** n***as and we hard to hit
Murder Inc in the role who could f** wit this
[Eastwood]
It ain't no verse mother f**ers who fake east thugs
Its murder Inc and the Row n***a throw up your dub
They show us love in the club real n***as 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 wit 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 n***as 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 cd's to tapes we rock like earthquakes
I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a Fleetwood like a g should
Young Eastwood is so damn good
[Hook]
[Crooked I]
n***a think that I is raw spit
Murder Inc and Tha Raw, we all sick
So n***as Involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved
And I'm a draw quick, n***a awwww sh**
Punks talking lick I haul off quick
Wit a sawed off kick It's like they fall off cliffs
Y'all call it off before all y'all get stoned
Like you're fallen off in a raw mosh pit
Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick
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 b**h bossed in the pits
Burn I serve n***as 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
Motherf**er!
[Hook]
[Ja Rule]
All y'all n***as need to get off my dick
I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick
Bronchial eating
I got k**ers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
World wide connected air tight n***as 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 X's The 50'S ya'll gotta be kidding me
These n***as is my sons
Raised them from young
Curtis and lil earl, should of been little girls
Coz they b**hmade now they act like one of my itchbays
Touche the rule is more than ready
Gun heavy, and worldwide connected feel me?
[Hook]