Connected Ja Rule (Ft. Chink Santana, Crooked I & Eastwood)

[Intro: Chink Santana & Irv Gotti]
Woooooo
That shit is gangsta, nigga (Murda Inc.)
(Murda Inc., motherfucker)
Santana the God!
(Yo)

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

[Verse 1: Eastwood]
It ain't no mercy, motherfuckers, who can fade these thugs
It's Murder Inc. and Tha 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
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
Hen Dogg, Buntry Al, 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 niggas 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