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Ja Rule - Connected lyrics
<font size="1">(feat. Crooked I, Eastwood)<font> Woooooo Murder Inc Motherfucker [Chorus] We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to fuck with us In the streets we respected, so ya'll don't want to fuck wit us World wide connected nigga, ya'll don't want to fuck wit us We gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this [Eastwood] It ain't no verse mother fuckers who fake east thugs Its murder Inc In the role nigga throw up your dub They show us love in the club real niggaz bossed up man We heavily intoxicated so toss it up Attacks your mind and your conscience Written to enhance this verbally thugs grammar I'm bout to touch the roof wit it Extraordinary and I was never ordinary in cemetery bisit my thugs in mortuaries End all most reality young name and 'Pac I'm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop I hear a lot of niggaz rapping But there ain't that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking We keep it happening I'm a million out the gate No scratch that 8 from cd's to tapes we rock like earthquakes I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a Fleetwood like a g should Young Eastwood is so damn good [Chorus] [Crooked I] Nigga think that I is raw spit Murder Inc in the role, we all sick So niggaz Involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved And I'm a draw quick, nigga awwww shit Punks talking lick I haul off quick Wit a sawed off kick It's like they fall off cliffs Y'all call it off before all y'all get stoned like you're fallen off in a raw mosh pit Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick While I floss in t |
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