"Worldwide Gangstas". (feat. The Murderers). [Black Child talking]. 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 nigga. With some gangsta shit. [Caddillac Tah]. Mother fuckers you frontin' we comin' with heat niggas. AR-15s we sweepin' up the street bigger. Guns make niggas run we squeeze triggers. We leave niggas dead for the stacks slumped over head in they lap. [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. [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 nigga what. We live it up from Chi-town to my town. We diggin sluts long dickin' in the guts. [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. [Caddillac Tah]. Nigga all of our love is for the chips. And I don't chase hoes just pasos and bricks. Nigga let me sum it up. Y'all niggas 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. Nigga we go hard. [Gotti]. I'm loud when the shells pop. Still I sell rock. Got outta jail on bail gettin' ready to plot. Yo I kidnap niggas. Then bitch smack niggas. Give me the crack nigga or get clap nigga. I ain't one of these rap niggas. I'm a big gat spitter. Bangin' and slangin' to be a rich ass nigga. Don't get tired in these streets. My nigga 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 nigga I'm still out here. [Boo]. A yo I ride up lied up outta my mind. Black Cadillac truck nigga 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 niggas. Get a few through they brain I been plug nigga. It's rules to the game. Cats like me play not to lose in this game. You see this little nigga makin' moves in the Range. I see you wack niggas still crusin' with lames. Get full nigga cause it's food to the brain. Rockland nigga spit fire and flames. Get it right nigga we gangsta. [Ja Rule]. Murder INC. gets poppin' pills clips however you like it. Niggas 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 LA to New York. And I love talk that's when you get to smash on niggas. Catch 'em in the dark spot and put the flash on niggas. 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 nigga to each is own. The Rule ain't dyin' alone motherfuckers.