Wassup Chi town   Yea   Murder Inc. back up in your area   On that gangsta shit you know   Connect worldwide   Worldwide gangsta shit   You nah what I mean?   Chi town to Miami   Houston to motherfuckin' L.A.   We connect nigger   Gangsta shit      Mother fuckers   You frontin' we comin' with heat niggas   Aiya fifteen's sweep up the street bigger   (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)   Guns make bigger niggas run   We squeeze triggers   (Ahh haa)   And leave niggas dead for the stacks   Slumped over, head in they lap      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   (Yeah)   Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out   (Ahh)      This gangsta shit is for all my youngs who flip birds   And hug the block   In club they pop cris and twist the bud, nigga what   We live it up, from Chi town to my town   (Ahh)   We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the guts      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   (Oh)      Nigga all of our love is for the chips   And I don't chase hoes, just pesos 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      Holla at us, R O C K L A N D and I N C   With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari black and Cadillac tah   Nigga, we go hard      I'm loud when the shells pop   Still I sell rock   Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot   Yo I kidnap niggas   Then bitch smack niggas   Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga   Nigga I ain't one of these rap niggas   I'm a big gat spitter   Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga   Don't get tired in these streets   My nigga died 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 murdered and I'm still out here   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 nigga, I'm still out here      A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind   Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines   To my thugs on the block, holdin' them dimes   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 wanna 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 niggas   Get a few through they braids, I been plug nigga   It's rules to the game   Cats like me play not to lose in this game   You see this little nigga makin' moves in the range   I see you wack niggas still crusin' with lames   Get full nigga 'cause it's food to the brain   Rockland nigga spit fire and flames   Get it right nigga, we gangsta      Murder Inc. gets poppin' pills, clips   However you like it   Niggas get extorted, bitches get excited   Known to start riots, the rule and I N C   Got fedaraleighs 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 niggas   Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas   Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master   C's and past if when I die blow my ashes   Off the shores of Costa Rica, nigga to each is own   The rule ain't dyin' alone motherfuckers   Haha