Listen to Worldwide Gangsta (feat. Caddillac Tah, Black Child, Boo & Gotti) by Ja Rule

Worldwide Gangsta (feat. Caddillac Tah, Black Child, Boo & Gotti)

Ja Rule

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JA RULE ft BLACK CHILD and CADDILLAC TAH & BOO GOTTI - worldwide gangsta

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Ja Rule

Vocals

Black Child

Vocals

Boo

Vocals

Caddillac Tah

Vocals

Gotti

Vocals

Seven Aurelius

All Instruments

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jeffrey Atkins

Songwriter

Ramel Gill

Songwriter

Irving Lorenzo

Songwriter

Tiheem Crocker

Songwriter

Fabrien Sledge

Songwriter

Mwata Mitchell

Songwriter

Seven Aurelius

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

Brian Gardner

Mastering Engineer

Brian Springer

Mixing Engineer

Irv Gotti

Producer

Milwaukee Buck

Recording Engineer

Seven Aurelius

Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

What's up Chi-town ?

Yeah, Murder Inc. back up in ya area

On that gangsta shit ya know

Connect worldwide

Worldwide gangsta shit, you nah I mean?

From Chi-town to Miami

Houston to mother fuckin' L.A., we connect ****

With some gangsta shit

[Verse 2]

Mother fuckers, you fronting we coming with heat ****

A-R-15's, sweep up the street bigger

Guns make bigger **** run, we squeeze triggers

And leave **** dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they lap

[Verse 3]

Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse

Basically, we bangin' bitches back out

I feel like the last child throwin' bricks at a glasshouse

Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out

[Verse 4]

This gangsta shit is for all my youngins who flip birds and hug the block

In the club they pop Cris, twist the bud, **** what

We live it up, from Chi-town to my town

We diggin' sluts, long dickin' in the guts

[Verse 5]

We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps

Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick

The Hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit

We came to stop the bank, don't blink, be sick

[Verse 6]

**** all of our love is for the chips

And I don't chase hoes, just pesos and bricks

**** let me sum it up

Y'all **** is dumb enough

Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust ashes to ashes, dust to dust

[Verse 7]

Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C

With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and Caddillac Tah

****, we go hard

[Verse 8]

I'm loud when the shells pop, still I sell rock

Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot

Yo, I kidnap **** then bitch smack ****

Give me the crack **** or get clap ****

I ain't one of these rap ****, I'm a big gat spitter

Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass ****

Don't get tired in these streets, my **** dies 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 bitch bud murder and I'm still out here

It's Rockland, Murder Inc., you get killed out here

Chi-town, New York, blood spill out here

And thugs like me, still out here

Yeah you heard ****, I'm still out here

[Verse 9]

Ayo I ride up, lied up, outta my mind

Black Cadillac truck ****, 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 fuck you think?

Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets

We don't want to body you man, fuck the beef

We sell a lot of these grams and clutch the heat

To many moves to be made, fake thug ****

Get a few through they brain, I been plug ****

It's rules to the game

Cats like me play not to lose in the game

You see this little **** makin' moves in the range

I see you wack **** still cruisin' with lames

Get full **** 'cause it's food for the brain

Rockland **** spit fire and flames

Get it right ****, we gangsta

[Verse 10]

Murder INC gets poppin' pills, clips, however you like it

**** get extorted, bitches get excited

Known to start riots, the Rule and I-N-C

Got federales watchin' me, the Y-G and I-G

Put it together family orientated through guns

Drugs and good relations

Real conversations, we call it real talk

And that shit spreads all the way from L.A. to New York

And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on ****

Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on ****

Camera, lights, action, go buck at the master

See's and past if when I die blow my ashes

Off the shores of Costa Rica, **** to each is own

The Rule ain't dyin' alone motherfuckers, haha

Written by: Fabrien Sledge, Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, LORENZO IRVING DOMINGO, Marcus Vest, Mwata Mitchell, Ramel Gill, Tiheem Crocker

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