| Song | Worldwide Gangsta - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Ja Rule |
| Artist | Black Child |
| Artist | Boo |
| Artist | Caddillac Tah |
| Artist | Gotti |
| Album | Pain Is Love |
| [00:00.00] | 作曲 : Jeffrey Atkins & Ramel Gill & Irving Lorenzo & Marcus Vest & Tiheem Crocker & Fa |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : Atkins, Aurelius, Crocker ... |
| [00:00.00] | Artist:ja rule |
| [00:00.64] | Songs Title:worldwide gangsta |
| [00:01.46] | Whats up chi-town? |
| [00:02.02] | Yeah, murder inc. back up in ya area |
| [00:05.65] | On that gangsta shit ya know |
| [00:09.90] | Connect worldwide |
| [00:12.22] | Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean? |
| [00:14.71] | From chi-town to miami |
| [00:16.71] | Houston to mother ****in la, we connect nigga |
| [00:20.08] | With some gangsta shit |
| [00:21.27] | Mother ****ers, you frontin we comin with heat niggas |
| [00:26.77] | Ar-15s we sweepin up the street bigger |
| [00:28.09] | Guns make niggas run, we squeeze triggers |
| [00:29.58] | We leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap |
| [00:32.71] | Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse |
| [00:34.58] | Basically, we bangin bitches backs out |
| [00:36.53] | I feel like the last child |
| [00:37.59] | Throwin bricks at a glasshouse |
| [00:39.52] | Poppin and puffin till I pass out |
| [00:43.14] | This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds |
| [00:45.08] | And hug the block, in club they cris and twist the bud, nigga what |
| [00:48.20] | We live it up, from chi-town to my town |
| [00:51.37] | We diggin sluts, long dickin in the guts |
| [00:53.62] | We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps |
| [00:56.93] | Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick |
| [00:58.36] | The hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit |
| [01:00.36] | We came to stop the bank, dont blink be sick |
| [01:02.55] | Nigga all of our love is for the chips |
| [01:04.24] | And I dont chase hoes, just pasos and bricks |
| [01:05.80] | Nigga let me sum it up |
| [01:07.48] | Yall niggas is dumb enough |
| [01:09.10] | Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust |
| [01:10.91] | Ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
| [01:12.53] | Holla at us, r-o-c-k-l-a-n-d and i-n-c |
| [01:17.48] | With boo and gotti, ferrari black and caddillac tah |
| [01:21.03] | Nigga, we go hard |
| [01:22.59] | Im loud when the shells pop |
| [01:23.90] | Still I sell rock |
| [01:24.90] | Got outta jail on bail, gettin ready to plot |
| [01:27.40] | Yo I kidnap niggas |
| [01:28.46] | Then bitch smack niggas |
| [01:29.70] | Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga |
| [01:32.51] | I aint one of these rap niggas |
| [01:34.07] | Im a big gat spitter |
| [01:35.07] | Bangin and slangin to be a rich ass nigga |
| [01:37.38] | Dont get tired in these streets |
| [01:39.75] | My nigga died in these streets |
| [01:42.13] | Its only one option, provide for these streets |
| [01:44.93] | My peeps out here so I ride with these streets |
| [01:47.55] | Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets |
| [01:49.61] | I know the deal out here |
| [01:50.86] | Its real out here |
| [01:51.61] | Got bitch bud murder and Im still out here |
| [01:54.04] | Rockland, murder inc. you get killed out here |
| [01:55.79] | Chi-town, new york, blood spill out here |
| [01:57.85] | And thugs like me, still out here |
| [02:00.23] | Yeah you heard nigga, Im still out here |
| [02:02.90] | A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind |
| [02:05.21] | Black cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines |
| [02:07.71] | To my thugs on the block, holdin it down |
| [02:10.14] | I got love on the block, look at my eyes |
| [02:12.45] | Rockland, murder inc. what the **** you think |
| [02:15.20] | Me and gotti whole plan is to cover the streets |
| [02:17.75] | We dont wanna body you man, **** the beef |
| [02:21.44] | We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat |
| [02:23.82] | To many moves to be made, fake thug niggas |
| [02:26.13] | Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigga |
| [02:29.95] | Its rules to the game |
| [02:31.76] | Cats like me play not to lose in this game |
| [02:34.39] | You see this little nigga makin moves in the range |
| [02:36.20] | I see you wack niggas still crusin with lames |
| [02:37.63] | Get full nigga cause its food to the brain |
| [02:39.38] | Rockland nigga spit fire and flames |
| [02:41.94] | Get it right nigga, we gangsta |
| [02:43.38] | Murder inc. gets poppin pills, clips, however you like it |
| [02:45.69] | Niggas get extorted, bitches get excited |
| [02:46.93] | Known to start riots, the rule and i-n-c |
| [02:49.61] | Got fedaraleighs watchin me, the y-g and i-g |
| [02:52.30] | Put it together family orientated through guns, drugs, and good relations |
| [02:55.24] | Real conversations, we call it real talk |
| [02:56.98] | |
| [02:58.52] | And that shit spreads all the way from la to new york |
| [03:02.17] | And I love talk, thats when you get to smash on niggas |
| [03:06.23] | Catch em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas |
| [03:09.05] | Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master |
| [03:12.93] | Cs and past if when I die blow my ashes |
| [03:15.89] | Off the shores of costa nigga rica, to each is own |
| [03:17.97] | The rule aint dyin alone mother****ers |
| [00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Jeffrey Atkins Ramel Gill Irving Lorenzo Marcus Vest Tiheem Crocker Fa |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : Atkins, Aurelius, Crocker ... |
| [00:00.00] | Artist: ja rule |
| [00:00.64] | Songs Title: worldwide gangsta |
| [00:01.46] | Whats up chitown? |
| [00:02.02] | Yeah, murder inc. back up in ya area |
| [00:05.65] | On that gangsta shit ya know |
| [00:09.90] | Connect worldwide |
| [00:12.22] | Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean? |
| [00:14.71] | From chitown to miami |
| [00:16.71] | Houston to mother in la, we connect nigga |
| [00:20.08] | With some gangsta shit |
| [00:21.27] | Mother ers, you frontin we comin with heat niggas |
| [00:26.77] | Ar15s we sweepin up the street bigger |
| [00:28.09] | Guns make niggas run, we squeeze triggers |
| [00:29.58] | We leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap |
| [00:32.71] | Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse |
| [00:34.58] | Basically, we bangin bitches backs out |
| [00:36.53] | I feel like the last child |
| [00:37.59] | Throwin bricks at a glasshouse |
| [00:39.52] | Poppin and puffin till I pass out |
| [00:43.14] | This gangsta shit is for all my youngens who flip birds |
| [00:45.08] | And hug the block, in club they cris and twist the bud, nigga what |
| [00:48.20] | We live it up, from chitown to my town |
| [00:51.37] | We diggin sluts, long dickin in the guts |
| [00:53.62] | We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps |
| [00:56.93] | Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick |
| [00:58.36] | The hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit |
| [01:00.36] | We came to stop the bank, dont blink be sick |
| [01:02.55] | Nigga all of our love is for the chips |
| [01:04.24] | And I dont chase hoes, just pasos and bricks |
| [01:05.80] | Nigga let me sum it up |
| [01:07.48] | Yall niggas is dumb enough |
| [01:09.10] | Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust |
| [01:10.91] | Ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
| [01:12.53] | Holla at us, rockland and inc |
| [01:17.48] | With boo and gotti, ferrari black and caddillac tah |
| [01:21.03] | Nigga, we go hard |
| [01:22.59] | Im loud when the shells pop |
| [01:23.90] | Still I sell rock |
| [01:24.90] | Got outta jail on bail, gettin ready to plot |
| [01:27.40] | Yo I kidnap niggas |
| [01:28.46] | Then bitch smack niggas |
| [01:29.70] | Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga |
| [01:32.51] | I aint one of these rap niggas |
| [01:34.07] | Im a big gat spitter |
| [01:35.07] | Bangin and slangin to be a rich ass nigga |
| [01:37.38] | Dont get tired in these streets |
| [01:39.75] | My nigga died in these streets |
| [01:42.13] | Its only one option, provide for these streets |
| [01:44.93] | My peeps out here so I ride with these streets |
| [01:47.55] | Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets |
| [01:49.61] | I know the deal out here |
| [01:50.86] | Its real out here |
| [01:51.61] | Got bitch bud murder and Im still out here |
| [01:54.04] | Rockland, murder inc. you get killed out here |
| [01:55.79] | Chitown, new york, blood spill out here |
| [01:57.85] | And thugs like me, still out here |
| [02:00.23] | Yeah you heard nigga, Im still out here |
| [02:02.90] | A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind |
| [02:05.21] | Black cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines |
| [02:07.71] | To my thugs on the block, holdin it down |
| [02:10.14] | I got love on the block, look at my eyes |
| [02:12.45] | Rockland, murder inc. what the you think |
| [02:15.20] | Me and gotti whole plan is to cover the streets |
| [02:17.75] | We dont wanna body you man, the beef |
| [02:21.44] | We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat |
| [02:23.82] | To many moves to be made, fake thug niggas |
| [02:26.13] | Get a few through they brain, I been plug nigga |
| [02:29.95] | Its rules to the game |
| [02:31.76] | Cats like me play not to lose in this game |
| [02:34.39] | You see this little nigga makin moves in the range |
| [02:36.20] | I see you wack niggas still crusin with lames |
| [02:37.63] | Get full nigga cause its food to the brain |
| [02:39.38] | Rockland nigga spit fire and flames |
| [02:41.94] | Get it right nigga, we gangsta |
| [02:43.38] | Murder inc. gets poppin pills, clips, however you like it |
| [02:45.69] | Niggas get extorted, bitches get excited |
| [02:46.93] | Known to start riots, the rule and inc |
| [02:49.61] | Got fedaraleighs watchin me, the yg and ig |
| [02:52.30] | Put it together family orientated through guns, drugs, and good relations |
| [02:55.24] | Real conversations, we call it real talk |
| [02:56.98] | |
| [02:58.52] | And that shit spreads all the way from la to new york |
| [03:02.17] | And I love talk, thats when you get to smash on niggas |
| [03:06.23] | Catch em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas |
| [03:09.05] | Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master |
| [03:12.93] | Cs and past if when I die blow my ashes |
| [03:15.89] | Off the shores of costa nigga rica, to each is own |
| [03:17.97] | The rule aint dyin alone mother ers |