Connected - Ja Rule feat Crooked I, Eastwood

feat. Crooked I, Eastwood
Woooooo
Murder Inc Motherf_cker

[Chorus]
We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to f_ck with us
In the streets we respected, so ya'll don't want to f_ck wit us
World wide connected n_gga, ya'll don't want to f_ck wit us
We gangster ass n_ggaz and we hard to hit
Murder Inc in the role who could f_ck wit this

[Eastwood]
It ain't no verse mother f_ckers who fake east thugs
Its murder Inc In the role n_gga throw up your dub
They show us love in the club real n_ggaz 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_ggaz 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

[Chorus]

[Crooked I]
N_gga think that I is raw spit
Murder Inc in the role, we all sick
So n_ggaz Involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved
And I'm a draw quick, n_gga awwww sh_t
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_tch bossed in the pits
Burn I serve n_ggaz 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_cker!

[Chorus]

[Ja Rule]
All y'all n_ggaz need to get off my d_ck
I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick
I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
World wide connected any type n_ggaz 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 is the 50 ya'll got to be kidding me
These n_ggaz is my sons I raised them from young
Curse and little earl should of been little girls
Cause they b_tch made and they act like one of my itchbays
Touche! The Rule is more than ready
Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me)

[Chorus]

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