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Songtexte: Ja Rule. The Last Temptation. Connected.

Woo
Murder Inc motherfucker

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
Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit
Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this

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 at the cemetery

Missin' my homies in mortuaries
End all most real 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

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
Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit

Nigga think that I is raw spit
Murder inc in the role, we all sick
So all niggaz involved get mauled
Quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved
And I'm a draw quick, nigga aww 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

Off in a ditch your coffin is sick
While I floss in the awesomest whips
And I toss in your chicks
Your caution when your calling your six
'Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix
I'm a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits
Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya clique
Spend off with ya grip my land of gangreen you
I have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip, motherfucker

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
Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit

All y'all niggaz need to get off my dick
I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick rock you leavin'
I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
World wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathin'
Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental
And give your the holy spirit and see you to Gods temple
I'm the avenging angle and earth be thy claim
And Ja be thy name, I know your all praying

For the day of my diminishing
Why don't somebody finish him off and put it right through his cross
The X is the 50 ya'll got to be kidding me
These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young
Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls
'Cause they bitch made and they act like one of my itchbays
Touche! The rule is more than ready
Gun heavy and world wide connected

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
Gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit

{Extra extra aint roll about it
Ja Rule's just been elected
President of United Ghettos of America}

{This is all shit
Ya that's shit, thats shit
You'll say they tried to pin that shit on me
In Emeri there are niggas are innocent like
We makin' the kids do ecstasy
I am not makin' the kids do ecstasy
They made me do ecstasy, ha ha ha}

{Here's what we had to say at press time
Welcome to America, ha ha ha
My peoples my peoples, welcome to America}