Gotti - Worldwide Gangsta lyrics

[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