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[Intro: Chink Santana & Irv Gotti]
Woooooo
That sh*t is gangsta, n*gga (Murda Inc.)
(Murda Inc., motherf*cker)
Santana the God!
(Yo)

[Chorus: Chink Santana & Eastwood]
We worldwide connected
Y'all don't wanna f*ck wit us
In the streets we respected
So y'all don't wanna f*ck wit us
We worldwide connected, n*gga
Y'all don't wanna f*ck wit us
We gangsta ass n*ggas and we hard to hit
Murder Inc. (Yeah) and Tha Row (Uh), who could f*ck wit this?

[Verse 1: Eastwood]
It ain't no mercy, motherf*ckers, who can fade these thugs?
It's Murder Inc. and Tha Row, n*gga throw up your dub
They show us love in the club, real n*ggas bossed up
Man we heavily intoxicated so toss it up
Attack your mind, I'm your conscience, spittin' to enhance this
Verbally thug grammar, I'm 'bout to touch the world wit it
Extraordinary, and I was never ordinary, at the cemetery missin' my homies in mortuaries
[?], [?], young N.I.N.A. and Pac
I'ma keep my heat tight and mash until my soul go pop
I hear a lot of n*ggas rappin'
But it that ain't that many rappers out there scrapin' and keep it crackin', we make it happen
I'm a million out the gate, nah, scratch that, ate from
CDs to tapes, we rock like earthquakes
I'm Eastwood, catch me dippin' the Fleetwood like a G should, young East is so damn hood
[Chorus: Chink Santana]
We worldwide connected
Y'all don't wanna f*ck wit us
In the streets we respected
So ya'll don't wanna f*ck wit us
We worldwide connected, n*gga
Y'all don't wanna f*ck wit us
We gangsta ass n*ggas and we hard to hit
Murder Inc. and Tha Row, who could f*ck wit this?

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
n*gga, Crooked I is raaaaw spit
Murder Inc. and Tha Row, we aaaall sick
So all n*ggas involved get mauled quick as a dog
And the brawl get you to fall then I'ma draw quick, n*gga, awwww sh*t
Punks talkin' lip, I haul off quick
Wit a sawed-off kick, it's like you fall off cliffs
Y'all call it off before all y'all get stomped like you're fallen off in the raw mosh pit
Off in a ditch, your coffin'll sit
While I floss in the awesomest whips
And I'm tossin' your chicks, show caution when you crawl in your six
Cause your talkin' could get you crossed and lost in the mix
I'm a boss in this b*tch, bossed in the pits
Berg, I serve, n*ggas let off at ya clique
Sped off with ya grip, my lead'll gangreen you
I have the doctors takin' your leg off where you're hit, motherf*cker
[Chorus: Chink Santana & Ja Rule]
We worldwide connected
Y'all don't wanna f*ck wit us
In the streets we respected
So ya'll don't wanna f*ck wit us (Yea)
We worldwide connected, n*gga (Yea) (You know, East to West) (You what [?], holla)
Y'all don't wanna f*ck wit us (North to South)
We gangsta ass (Durty) (Uh huh) n*ggas and we hard to hit (Ha ha) (Yea)
Murder Inc. (Yo) (Tell these n*ggas) and Tha Row, who could f*ck wit this?

[Verse 3: Ja Rule]
All y'all n*ggas need to get off my di*k, I spit it how I live it
Plus the flows real sick, broccoli
I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
Worldwide connected, air tight, n*gga there's no breathin'
Give me the reason, I put a hollow throw your mental
Then give you the Holy Spirit and send you to God's temple
I'm the avengin' angel and Earth be my claim
As Ja be thy name, I know y'all all prayin'
For the day of my diminishin'
Why won't somebody finish him off and put it right through his cross?
The X's, the 50's, y'all gotta be kiddin' me
These n*ggas is my sons, I raised them from young
Curtis and lil Earl, should've been little girls
'Cause they b*tch-made and they act like one of my itch-bays
Touché, the Rule is more than ready
Gun heavy and worldwide connected, feel me, heh, heh
[Chorus: Chink Santana]
We worldwide connected
Y'all don't wanna f*ck wit us
In the streets we respected
So ya'll don't wanna f*ck wit us
We worldwide connected, n*gga
Y'all don't wanna f*ck wit us
We gangsta ass n*ggas and we hard to hit
Murder Inc. and Tha Row, who could f*ck wit this?

[Skit]
Extra, extra
Hear all about it
Ja Rule has just been elected president of United Ghettos of Emerica
That sh*t
Yeah that sh*t, that sh*t ain't, know what I'm sayin'
They tried to pin that sh*t on me and Eminem and n*ggas like that, know what I'm sayin', like we makin' the kids do ecstasy
I'm not makin' the kids do ecstasy
THEY MADE ME DO ECSTASY!
*laughter*
Here's what he had to say at press time
Welcome to Emerica, ha ha ha ha ha ha
My peoples, my peoples
Welcome to Emerica