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    "Connected" Lyrics

    Ja Rule feat. Crooked I

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    (feat. Crooked I, Eastwood)

    Murder Inc Motherfucker

    We world wide connected, and ya'll don't want to fuck with us
    In the streets we respected, so ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
    World wide connected nigga, ya'll don't want to fuck wit us
    We gangster ass niggaz and we hard to hit
    Murder Inc in the role who could fuck wit this

    It ain't no verse mother fuckers who fake east thugs
    Its murder Inc In the role nigga throw up your dub
    They show us love in the club real niggaz bossed up man
    We heavily intoxicated so toss it up
    Attacks your mind and your conscience
    Written to enhance this verbally 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 all most reality young name and 'Pac
    I'm a keep my heat tucked until my soul goes pop
    I hear a lot of niggaz rapping
    But there ain't that many rappers out there scraping and keep it cracking
    We keep it happening
    I'm a million out the gate
    No scratch that 8 from cd's to tapes we rock like earthquakes
    I'm Eastwood catch me dipping a Fleetwood like a g should
    Young Eastwood is so damn good


    [Crooked I]
    Nigga think that I is raw spit
    Murder Inc in the role, we all sick
    So niggaz Involved get mauled quick as a dog and the raw gets you involved
    And I'm a draw quick, nigga awwww shit
    Punks talking lick I haul off quick
    Wit a sawed off kick It's like they fall off cliffs
    Y'all call it off before all y'all get stoned
    like you're fallen off in a raw mosh pit
    Get tossed in a ditch your coffin is sick
    While I floss in the awesomest whips and I toss in your chicks
    Your caution when your calling your six
    Cause your talk can get you crossed and lost in the mix
    I'm a pause in the bitch bossed in the pits
    Burn I serve niggaz stay off at ya clique
    Spend off with ya grip my land of gangreen
    You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip


    [Ja Rule]
    All y'all niggaz need to get off my dick
    I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick
    I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
    World wide connected any type niggaz there's no breathing
    Give me the reason I put a halo throw your mental
    And give your the Holy Spirit and see you to gods temple
    I'm the avenging angle and earth be thy claim
    And Ja be thy name, I know your all 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'll got to be kidding me
    These niggaz is my sons I raised them from young
    Curtis and little Earl should of been little girls
    Cause they bitch made and they act like one of my itchbays
    Touche! The Rule is more than ready
    Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me)

    This song was last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Harry Wayne Casey, Nicholas Hallam, Richard Raymond Finch, Robert Charles Birch.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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