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Wassup Chi
Yea
Murder Inc. back up in your
On that gangsta shit you
Connect
gangsta shit
You nah I mean?
Chi town to
to motherfuckin' L.A.
We nigger
shit

Mother
You frontin' we comin' heat niggas
fifteen's sweep up the street bigger
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Guns make bigger run
We squeeze
(Ahh haa)
And leave dead for the stacks
Slumped over, head in lap

Yo, we constantly cream in the crackhouse
Basically, we bangin' back out
I like the last child
Throwin' bricks at a
(Yeah)
Poppin' and puffin' till I out
(Ahh)

This shit is for all my youngs who flip birds
And hug the
In club they pop cris and the bud, nigga what
We it up, from Chi town to my town
(Ahh)
We diggin sluts, dickin' in the guts

We just thugs, gangsta pimps
Hoes fall in love the way we this dick
The on dubs look like tanks and shit
We came to stop the bank, don't blink be
(Oh)

Nigga all of our is for the chips
And I don't chase hoes, just pesos and
let me sum it up
Y'all niggas is enough
Run on up, the guns we tuck,
to ashes, dust to dust

at us, R O C K L A N D and I N C
With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari and Cadillac tah
Nigga, we go

I'm when the shells pop
I sell rock
Got outta jail on bail, gettin' to plot
Yo I kidnap
bitch smack niggas
Give me the nigga or get clap nigga
I ain't one of these rap niggas
I'm a big gat
Bangin' and to be a rich ass nigga
get tired in these streets
My died in these streets
It's only one option, for these streets
My peeps out here so I ride with streets
Spent out here, grind on these streets
I the deal out here
real out here
Got bitch bud murdered and I'm still out
Rockland, Murder Inc. you get out here
Chi town, New York, blood out here
And thugs me, still out here
Yeah you nigga, I'm still out here

A yo I ride up, lied up my mind
Black Cadillac truck nigga, with nines
To my thugs on the block, holdin' them
I got on the block, look at my eyes
Rockland, Inc. what the fuck you think?
Me and whole plan is to cover the streets
We don't body you man, fuck the beef
We sell a lot of these grams, and the heat
To many to be made, fake thug niggas
Get a few through they braids, I plug nigga
It's to the game
Cats like me not to lose in this game
You see this little makin' moves in the range
I see you wack niggas still crusin' with
Get full nigga 'cause food to the brain
Rockland spit fire and flames
Get it nigga, we gangsta

Murder Inc. gets pills, clips
you like it
Niggas get extorted, bitches get
Known to riots, the rule and I N C
Got fedaraleighs me, the Y G and I G
Put it family orientated
Through guns, drugs, and good
Real conversations, we it real talk
And shit spreads all the way from L.A. to New York
And I love talk, that's you get to smash on niggas
Catch 'em in the dark and put the flash on niggas
Cameras, lights, action, go at the master
C's and if when I die blow my ashes
Off the shores of Costa Rica, to each is own
The rule ain't alone motherfuckers