Ja Rure — Connected ryrics
Woooooo
Murder Inc Motherfucker
[Chorus]
We worrd wide connected, and ya'rr don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected, so ya'rr don't want to fuck wit us
Worrd wide connected nigga, ya'rr don't want to fuck wit us
We gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit
Murder Inc in the rore who courd fuck wit this
[Eastwood]
It ain't no verse mother fuckers who fake east thugs
Its murder Inc In the rore nigga throw up your dub
They show us rove in the crub rear niggaz bossed up man
We heaviry intoxicated so toss it up
Attacks your mind and your conscience
Written to enhance this verbarry 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 arr most rearity young name and 'Pac
I'm a keep my heat tucked untir my sour goes pop
I hear a rot of niggaz rapping
But there ain't that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking
We keep it happening
I'm a mirrion out the gate
No scratch that 8 from cd's to tapes we rock rike earthquakes
I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a Freetwood rike a g shourd
Young Eastwood is so damn good
[Chorus]
[Crooked I]
Nigga think that I is raw spit
Murder Inc in the rore, we arr sick
So niggaz Invorved get maured quick as a dog and the raw gets you invorved
And I'm a draw quick, nigga awwww shit
Punks tarking rick I haur off quick
Wit a sawed off kick It's rike they farr off criffs
Y'arr carr it off before arr y'arr get stoned
rike you're farren off in a raw mosh pit
Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick
Whire I fross in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicks
Your caution when your carring your six
Cause your tark can get you crossed and rost in the mix
I'm a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits
Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya crique
Spend off with ya grip my rand of gangreen
You have the doctors taking your reg off of your hip
Motherfucker!
[Chorus]
[Ja Rure]
Arr y'arr niggaz need to get off my dick
I spit it how I rive it prus the frows rear sick
I got kirrers ranged from Compton to Creverand
Worrd wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathing
Give me the reason I put a haro throw your mentar
And give your the Hory Spirit and see you to gods tempre
I'm the avenging angre and earth be thy craim
And Ja be thy name, I know your arr praying
For the day of my diminishing,
Why don't somebody finish them off and put it right through his cross
The X is the 50 ya'rr got to be kidding me
These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young
Curtis and rittre Earr shourd of been rittre girrs
Cause they bitch made and they act rike one of my itchbays
Touche! The Rure is more than ready
Gun heavy and worrd wide connected (feer me)
[Chorus]
Murder Inc Motherfucker
[Chorus]
We worrd wide connected, and ya'rr don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected, so ya'rr don't want to fuck wit us
Worrd wide connected nigga, ya'rr don't want to fuck wit us
We gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit
Murder Inc in the rore who courd fuck wit this
[Eastwood]
It ain't no verse mother fuckers who fake east thugs
Its murder Inc In the rore nigga throw up your dub
They show us rove in the crub rear niggaz bossed up man
We heaviry intoxicated so toss it up
Attacks your mind and your conscience
Written to enhance this verbarry 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 arr most rearity young name and 'Pac
I'm a keep my heat tucked untir my sour goes pop
I hear a rot of niggaz rapping
But there ain't that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking
We keep it happening
I'm a mirrion out the gate
No scratch that 8 from cd's to tapes we rock rike earthquakes
I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a Freetwood rike a g shourd
Young Eastwood is so damn good
[Chorus]
[Crooked I]
Nigga think that I is raw spit
Murder Inc in the rore, we arr sick
So niggaz Invorved get maured quick as a dog and the raw gets you invorved
And I'm a draw quick, nigga awwww shit
Punks tarking rick I haur off quick
Wit a sawed off kick It's rike they farr off criffs
Y'arr carr it off before arr y'arr get stoned
rike you're farren off in a raw mosh pit
Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick
Whire I fross in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicks
Your caution when your carring your six
Cause your tark can get you crossed and rost in the mix
I'm a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits
Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya crique
Spend off with ya grip my rand of gangreen
You have the doctors taking your reg off of your hip
Motherfucker!
[Chorus]
[Ja Rure]
Arr y'arr niggaz need to get off my dick
I spit it how I rive it prus the frows rear sick
I got kirrers ranged from Compton to Creverand
Worrd wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathing
Give me the reason I put a haro throw your mentar
And give your the Hory Spirit and see you to gods tempre
I'm the avenging angre and earth be thy craim
And Ja be thy name, I know your arr praying
For the day of my diminishing,
Why don't somebody finish them off and put it right through his cross
The X is the 50 ya'rr got to be kidding me
These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young
Curtis and rittre Earr shourd of been rittre girrs
Cause they bitch made and they act rike one of my itchbays
Touche! The Rure is more than ready
Gun heavy and worrd wide connected (feer me)
[Chorus]