It's real out here
Got fedaraleighs watchin' me, the Y G and I G
We came to stop the bank, don't blink be sick
We connect nigger
Nigga let me sum it up
Nigga, we go hard
Chi town to Miami
Y'all niggas is dumb enough
Cats like me play not to lose in this game
Nigga all of our love is for the chips
We just religious thugs, gangsta pimps
Through guns, drugs, and good relations
Niggas get extorted, bitches get excited
Don't get tired in these streets
Got outta jail on bail, gettin' ready to plot
Run on up, the guns we tuck, bust
Real conversations, we call it real talk
Poppin' and puffin' till I pass out
This gangsta shit is for all my youngs who flip birds
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In club they pop cris and twist the bud, nigga what
On that gangsta shit you know
Rockland, Murder Inc. you get killed out here
And hug the block
I got love on the block, look at my eyes
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And that shit spreads all the way from L.A. to New York
Chi town, New York, blood spill out here
Then bitch smack niggas
We diggin sluts, long dickin' in the guts
Put it together family orientated
You frontin' we comin' with heat niggas
My nigga died in these streets
A yo I ride up, lied up outta my mind
Get a few through they braids, I been plug nigga
I'm a big gat spitter
Still I sell rock
We squeeze triggers
Me and Gotti whole plan is to cover the streets
Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga
We don't wanna body you man, fuck the beef
Holla at us, R O C K L A N D and I N C
My peeps out here so I ride with these streets
You nah what I mean?
We live it up, from Chi town to my town
Get full nigga 'cause it's food to the brain
The hummers on dubs look like tanks and shit
Slumped over, head in they lap
You see this little nigga makin' moves in the range
Guns make bigger niggas run
Rockland nigga spit fire and flames
However you like it
It's only one option, provide for these streets
With Boo and Gotti, Ferrari black and Cadillac tah
I'm loud when the shells pop
(Ahh)
We sell a lot of these grams, and clutch the heat
Gangsta shit
Off the shores of Costa Rica, nigga to each is own
To many moves to be made, fake thug niggas
(Yeah)
Mother fuckers
I see you wack niggas still crusin' with lames
The rule ain't dyin' alone motherfuckers
Hoes fall in love the way we throw this dick
Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga
Worldwide gangsta shit
Murder Inc. gets poppin' pills, clips
To my thugs on the block, holdin' them dimes
Black Cadillac truck nigga, loaded with nines
C's and past if when I die blow my ashes
Rockland, Murder Inc. what the fuck you think?
And leave niggas dead for the stacks
Get it right nigga, we gangsta
Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas
Aiya fifteen's sweep up the street bigger
Murder Inc. back up in your area
(Oh)
Houston to motherfuckin' L.A.
Connect worldwide
Yeah you heard nigga, I'm still out here
I know the deal out here
And I don't chase hoes, just pesos and bricks
Known to start riots, the rule and I N C
It's rules to the game
Spent weeks out here, grind on these streets
Nigga I ain't one of these rap niggas
Throwin' bricks at a glasshouse
And I love talk, that's when you get to smash on niggas
And thugs like me, still out here
Yo I kidnap niggas
Got bitch bud murdered and I'm still out here
(Ahh haa)
I feel like the last child
Yo, we constantly count cream in the crackhouse
Cameras, lights, action, go buck at the master
(Ahh)
Basically, we bangin' bitches back out
