Connected

[Intro: Chink Santana & Irv Gotti] Woooooo That shit is gangsta, nigga (Murda Inc.) (Murda Inc., motherfucker) Santana the God! (Yo) [Chorus: Chink Santana & Eastwood] We worldwide connected Y'all don't wanna fuck wit us In the streets we respected So y'all don't wanna fuck wit us We worldwide connected, nigga Y'all don't wanna fuck wit us We gangsta ass niggas and we hard to hit Murder Inc. (Yeah) and Tha Row (Uh), who could fuck wit this? [Verse 1: Eastwood] It ain't no mercy, motherfuckers, who can fade these thugs It's Murder Inc. and Tha Row, nigga throw up your dub They show us love in the club, real niggas bossed up Man we heavily intoxicated so toss it up Attack your mind, I'm your conscience, spittin' to enhance this Verbally thug grammar, I'm 'bout to touch the world wit it Extraordinary, and I was never ordinary, at the cemetery missin' my homies in mortuaries Hen Dogg, Buntry Al, young N.I.N.A. and Pac I'ma keep my heat tight and mash until my soul go pop I hear a lot of niggas rappin' But it that ain't that many rappers out there scrapin' and keep it crackin', we make it happen I'm a million out the gate, nah, scratch that, ate from CDs to tapes, we rock like earthquakes I'm Eastwood, catch me dippin' the Fleetwood like a G should, young East is so damn hood [Chorus: Chink Santana] We worldwide connected Y'all don't wanna fuck wit us In the streets we respected So ya'll don't wanna fuck wit us We worldwide connected, nigga Y'all don't wanna fuck wit us We gangsta ass niggas and we hard to hit Murder Inc. and Tha Row, who could fuck wit this? [Verse 2: Crooked I] Nigga, Crooked I is raaaaw spit Murder Inc. and Tha Row, we aaaall sick So all niggas involved get mauled quick as a dog And the brawl get you to fall then I'ma draw quick, nigga, awwww shit Punks talkin' lip, I haul off quick When the sawed-off kick, it's like you fall off cliffs Y'all call it off before all y'all get stomped like you're fallen off in the raw mosh pit Off in a ditch, your coffin'll sit While I floss in the awesomest whips And I'm tossin' your chicks, show caution when you crawl in your six Cause your talkin' could get you crossed and lost in the mix I'm a boss in this bitch, bossed in the pits Berg, I serve, niggas let off at ya clique Sped off with ya grip, my lead'll gangreen you I have the doctors takin' your leg off where you're hit, motherfucker [Chorus: Chink Santana & Ja Rule] We worldwide connected Y'all don't wanna fuck wit us In the streets we respected So ya'll don't wanna fuck wit us (Yea) We worldwide connected, nigga (Yea) (You know, East to West) (You what [?], holla) Y'all don't wanna fuck wit us (North to South) We gangsta ass (Durty) (Uh huh) niggas and we hard to hit (Ha ha) (Yea) Murder Inc. (Yo) (Tell these niggas) and Tha Row, who could fuck wit this? [Verse 3: Ja Rule] All y'all niggas need to get off my dick, I spit it how I live it Plus the flows real sick, broccoli I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland Worldwide connected, air tight, nigga there's no breathin' Give me the reason, I put a hollow throw your mental Then give you the Holy Spirit and send you to God's temple I'm the avengin' angel and Earth be my claim As Ja be thy name, I know y'all all prayin' For the day of my diminishin' Why won't somebody finish him off and put it right through his cross? The X's, the 50's, y'all gotta be kiddin' me These niggas is my sons, I raised them from young Curtis and lil Earl, should've been little girls 'Cause they bitch-made and they act like one of my itch-bays Touché, the Rule is more than ready Gun heavy and worldwide connected, feel me, heh, heh [Chorus: Chink Santana] We worldwide connected Y'all don't wanna fuck wit us In the streets we respected So ya'll don't wanna fuck wit us We worldwide connected, nigga Y'all don't wanna fuck wit us We gangsta ass niggas and we hard to hit Murder Inc. and Tha Row, who could fuck wit this? [Skit: Ja Rule] Extra, extra Hear all about it Ja Rule has just been elected president of United Ghettos of Emerica That shit Yeah that shit, that shit ain't, know what I'm sayin' They tried to pin that shit on me and Eminem and niggas like that, know what I'm sayin', like we makin' the kids do ecstasy I'm not makin' the kids do ecstasy THEY MADE ME DO ECSTASY! *laughter* Here's what he had to say at press time Welcome to Emerica, ha ha ha ha ha ha My peoples, my peoples Welcome to Emerica