DJ CLUE, JAY-Z, JA RULE – GANGSTA SHIT

Lyrics

"Worldwide Gangstas"
(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 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
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 murder 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
[Boo]
A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck nigga, 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 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 brain, 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
[Ja Rule]
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 LA 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

Paroles (Traduction)

"Worldwide Gangstas"
(en featuring avec The Murderers)
[Black Child parlant]
Quoi de neuf Chi-town?
Ouais, Murder INC. de retour dans ton quartier
Sur ce son gangsta tu sais
Connectés à l'échelle mondiale
Du Chi-town à Miami
De Houston à putain de LA, on se connecte mec
Avec un son gangsta
[Caddillac Tah]
Enculés, vous faites les malins, on arrive avec du feu les mecs
AR-15, on nettoie les rues en plus grand
Les armes font courir les mecs, on appuie sur les gâchettes
On laisse les mecs morts pour le fric, affalés, la tête sur les genoux
[Black Child]
Yo, on compte constamment de la thune dans la crackhouse
Essentiellement, on défonce des meufs
J'ai l'impression d'être le dernier enfant
Je lance des briques sur une maison de verre
Je tire et je fume jusqu'à m'évanouir
[Caddillac Tah]
Ce son gangsta est pour tous mes jeunes qui trafiquent
Et qui squattent le coin, au club ils boivent du Cris et fument de l'herbe, mec quoi
On s'éclate, du Chi-town à ma ville
On se tape des meufs, on les défonce
[Black Child]
On est juste des voyous religieux, des macs gangsta
Les meufs tombent amoureuses de la façon dont on les baise
Les Hummers sur des jantes de 20 pouces ressemblent à des tanks et tout
On est venus arrêter la banque, ne cligne pas des yeux, sois malade
[Caddillac Tah]
Tout notre amour va aux billets
Et je ne cours pas après les meufs, juste les pesos et les briques
Laissez-moi résumer
Vous les mecs êtes assez cons
Venez, on se prépare, on cache les flingues, on tire
De la poussière tu es venu, à la poussière tu retourneras
[Black Child]
Holla at us, R-O-C-K-L-A-N-D et I-N-C
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Thématique La vie dans les ghettos

Style Rap

Keywords Dealer, Gangsta, Ghetto

Entités normées DJ Clue, Ja Rule, Jay-Z, Swizz Beatz