Connected (Letra)

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[Prodigy]
Come on man, Eastsidaz

[Goldie Loc]
Eastside…

[Prodigy]
Infamous Mobb

[Tray Deee]
Infamous Mobb Deep

[Verse 1 – Prodigy, Tray Deee]
Out the muthafuckin depths in New York, its P
You couldn’t get close enough to even touch the kid
If you did,you wouldn’t get far enough to bag
I put my guns to work on your bitch ass
Hold up, niggas fuckin up the game
Put my name in statements, cooperating wit these and talkin
Fuck it, I’ll still buck em and gamble wit my freedom
These niggas gon learn to respect the P-Dub
I don’t take no shit off of nobody
No nigga, no bitch, lets get rich and party
Lets not test my gangsta, thats how you get bodied
Thats how hearts get took, pride get damaged
Lives is shedded, fuckin wit these east side niggas
We teach y’all niggas bout this murder shit
We got Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Hav and P
Kokane, wit my nigga Snoop D-O-G-G

[Tray Deee]
Big hitters, wig splitters, give niggas the blues
Fools loud mouth we all about spittin them tools
From the coast of the locs were the Gs was born
And we raise up B.G.s to keep it goin
In the alleys, not the valleys, killa Cali the zone
Long Beach bringin heat takin off when its on
Fuck pretty, come gritty when we bring the noise
Big boys play wit keeps when we bring the toys
Wet T-shirts, we search to put in work, cuz
Come back for ya homies as you gettin ya dirt dug
Congregatin, operatin Gs and hustlas
You other muthafuckas can’t concieve our structures
The DPGC, the M-O-B-B, stricly east side and we ride on G.P.
Bandanas, hoodies, timbos and chucks
Stay mashin on bustas not givin a fuck

[Chorus – Snoop Dogg, Kokane]
Eastsidaz and Mobb Deep
We connected
From the West to the East
Connected
Oh what you got beef?
Connected
Run up on ya while ya sleep
Stay connected
My nephews play wit keeps
We connected
From the West to the East
Connected
Blast ya ass in the streets
We connected
Eastsidaz&Mobb Deep
Stay connected
For life

[Kokane] Yeah [repeat 30X]

[Verse 2 – Havoc, Goldie Loc]

[Havoc]
Connect wit my dogs be that serious shit
Serious things when M-O-B and sidaz bang
Ice and chains, be best that you hide those thangs
And pressure to that ass we apply those thangs
Told you fucks before, when it rains it pours
Its a cold ,cold, cold world nigga its Doggy Dogg
Better walk or crawl(for real), cause on the real homeboy
Fuck around and you’ll be up in the morgue
Moms praisin the lords, rev paintin the picture
Of a wise young man who didn’t get the picture
We keep it gangsta nigga, don’t get it twisted nigga
Cross me nigga, you’ll wind up a missin nigga
QB and we trully, rep for ours
Wars and scars, bitches in a gang of whips
When it came to this game though we changed the shit
And fuck who you wit, its what you up in the club but yo

[Goldie Loc]
Uzis, AKs, Glock 40s and Tech 9s
Tryna take mines, you’ll be a dead muthafucka
Come up short, wit yo life on support
Burnin rubber down the street in a black super spoke
Fo’ pokes to the neck, five sticks to the dome
Gun powder on my clothes when I smacked him in his nose
Real talk, show you how to walk the walk
All black all times when I scheme and stalk
Its somethin about bein a cold blooded killa
I’m bananas my nigga, like a black ass guerilla
I’m G’d up, smokin all the muthafuckin weed up
Drinkin on a full cup nigga

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, defintely connected
How you love that?
Uh, like I said you can’t spell the West wit out the ES
East side up eastsidaz
From QB to the LB
You see what I see and G how I G
Feel me?
Eastsidaz, duces and trayz the old fashioned way
Alchemist…
Uh, yeah-yay

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Connected (Letra)

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(feat. Crooked I, Eastwood)


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

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 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 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

[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 awwww 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 gangreen

You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip

Motherfucker!

[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 ya’ll 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 itchbays

Touche! The Rule is more than ready

Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me)

[Chorus]

Connected (Letra)

Snoop Dogg

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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
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 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 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

[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 awwww 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 gangreen
You have the doctors taking your leg off of your hip
Motherfucker!

[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 ya’ll 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 itchbays
Touche! The Rule is more than ready
Gun heavy and world wide connected (feel me)

[Chorus]