| Lyrics: | (feat. The Murderers)
[Black Child talking]
What's up
Chi-town?
Yeah, Murder INC. back up in ya area
On that gangsta shit ya know
Connect
worldwide
Worldwide gangsta shit nah mean?
From Chi-town to Miami
Houston to mother
fuckin' LA, we connect nigga
With some gangsta shit
[Caddillac Tah]
Mother fuckers,
you frontin' we comin' with heat niggas
AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger
Guns make
niggas run, we squeeze triggers
We leave niggas dead for the stacks, slumped over, head in they
lap
[Black Child]
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we
bangin' bitches backs out
I feel like the last child
Throwin' bricks at a
glasshouse
Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out
[Caddillac Tah]
This gangsta shit is
for all my youngens who flip birds
And hug the block, in club they Cris and twist the bud, nigga
what
We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the
guts
[Black Child]
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
[Caddillac Tah]
Nigga all of our love is for the chips
And I
don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
Nigga let me sum it up
Y'all niggas is dumb
enough
Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
[Black
Child]
Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D and I-N-C
With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari Black and
Caddillac Tah
Nigga, we go hard
[Gotti]
I'm loud when the shells pop
Still I
sell rock
Got out |
