[Intro: Black Child]
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 n***a
With some gangsta shit

[Verse 1: Caddillac Tah]
Mother fuckers, you frontin' we comin' with heat n***as
AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger
Guns make n***as run, we squeeze triggers
We leave n***as dead for the stacks, slumped over
Head in they lap

[Verse 2: 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

[Verse 3: 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, n***a what
We live it up, from Chi-town to my town
We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the guts
[Verse 4: 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

[Verse 5: Caddillac Tah]
N***a all of our love is for the chips
And I don't chase hoes, just pasos and bricks
N***a let me sum it up
Y'all n***as 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
N***a, we go hard

[Verse 6: Gotti]
I'm loud when the shells pop
Still I sell rock
Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot
Yo I kidnap n***as
Then bitch smack n***as
Give me the crack n***a or get clap n***a
I ain't one of these rap n***as
I'm a big gat spitter
Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass n***a
Don't get tired in these streets
My n***a 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 n***a, I'm still out here
[Verse 7: Boo]
A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Black Cadillac truck n***a, 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 n***as
Get a few through they brain, I been plug n***a
It's rules to the game
Cats like me play not to lose in this game
You see this little n***a makin' moves in the Range
I see you wack n***as still crusin' with lames
Get full n***a cause it's food to the brain
Rockland n***a spit fire and flames
Get it right n***a, we gangsta

[Verse 6: Ja Rule]
Murder Inc. get's it poppin', pills, clips, however you like it
N***as 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 n***as
Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on n***as
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, n***a to each is own
The Rule ain't dyin' alone motherfuckers
Ha ha ha