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