Connected Lyrics - The Last Temptation - Ja Rule

Woooooo 

Murder Inc. motherfucker 

[Chorus:] 

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 

[Eastwood] 

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 

Visit 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 eight 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 

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[Chorus] 

[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 awww 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 gangrene 

You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip 

Motherfucker! 

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[Chorus] 

[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 y'all 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 itch-bays 

Touche! The Rule is more than ready 

Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me) 

[Chorus]