Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Connected, artist - Ja Rule. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
Connected |
| Woooooo |
| 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 niggas 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 and the Row nigga throw up your dub |
| They show us love in the club real niggas 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 niggas 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 |
| Nigga Crooked I is raw spit |
| Murder Inc. and the Row, we all sick |
| So all niggas involved get mauled quick as a dog, and the braul gets you to fall |
| Then I’ma draw quick, nigga awwww shit |
| Punks talking 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 a raw mosh pit |
| Off in a ditch your coffin’ll sit |
| 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 niggas 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 |
| Motherfucker! |
| All y’all niggas need to get off my dick |
| I spit it how I live it plus the flows real sick |
| Bronchial eating |
| I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland |
| World wide connected air tight niggas 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’s The 50'S ya’ll gotta be kidding me |
| These niggas is my sons |
| Raised them from young |
| Curtis and lil earl, should of been little girls |
| Coz they bitchmade now they act like one of my itchbays |
| Touche the rule is more than ready |
| Gun heavy, and worldwide connected feel me? |