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