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

[Chorus: Chink Santana]
We world wide connected
Y'all don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected
So y'all don't want to fuck wit us
World wide connected n***a
Y'all don't want to fuck wit us
We gangster ass n***as and we hard to hit
Murder Inc. and Tha Row, 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, n***a throw up your dub
They show us love in the club, real n***as 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
Extraordinary, and I was never ordinary
At the cemetery missin' my homies in mortuaries
[?], [?], 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 n***as rappin'
But there ain't that many rappers out there scrapin' and keep it crackin', we make it happen
I'm a million out the gate, not a 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
[Chorus: Chink Santana]
We world wide connected
Y'all 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 n***a
Y'all don't want to fuck wit us
We gangster ass n***as and we hard to hit
Murder Inc. and Tha Row, who could fuck wit this?

[Verse 2: Crooked I]
N***a Crooked I is raaaaw spit
Murder Inc. and Tha Row, we aaaall sick
So all n***as involved get mauled quick as a dog
And the braul get you to fall then I'ma draw quick
N***a awwww shit
Punks talkin' 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'm tossin' your chicks, show caution when you crawl in your six
Cause your talkin' could get you crossed and lost in the mix
I'm a boss in this bitch, bossed in the pits
Berg, I serve, n***as let off at ya clique
Sped off with ya grip my lead'll gangreen you
I'll have the doctors takin' your leg off when you're hit, motherfucker!
[Chorus: Chink Santana & Ja Rule]
We world wide connected
Y'all don't want to fuck with us
In the streets we respected
So ya'll don't want to fuck wit us (Yea)
World wide connected n***a (Yea) (You know, East to West) (You what [?], holla)
Y'all don't want to fuck wit us (North to South)
We gangster ass (Durty) (Uh huh) n***as and we hard to hit (Ha ha) (Yea)
Murder Inc. (Yo) (Tell these n***as) and Tha Row, who could fuck wit this?

[Verse 3: Ja Rule]
All y'all n***as need to get off my dick, I spit it how I live it
Plus the flows real sick, broke you livin'
I got killers ranged from Compton to Cleveland
World wide connected, air tight, n***a there's no breathin'
Give me the reason, I put a hollow throw your mental
Then give you the Holy Spirit and send you to God's temple
I'm the avengin' angel and Earth be my claim
As Ja be thy name, I know y'all all prayin'
For the day of my diminishin'
Why won't somebody finish him off and put it right through his cross
The X's, the 50's, y'all gotta be kiddin' me
These n***as is my sons, I raised them from young
Curtis and lil Earl, should've been little girls
'Cause they bitch-made and they act like one of my itch-bays
Touché, the Rule is more than ready
Gun heavy and worldwide connected, feel me
Heh
[Chorus: Chink Santana]
We world wide connected
Y'all 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 n***a
Y'all don't want to fuck wit us
We gangster ass n***as and we hard to hit
Murder Inc. and Tha Row, who could fuck wit this?

[Skit]
Extra, extra
Hear all about it
Ja Rule has just been elected president of United Ghettos of Emerica
That shit
Yeah that shit, that shit ain't, know what I'm sayin'
They tried to pin that shit on me and Eminem and n***as like that, know what I'm sayin', like we makin' the kids do ecstasy
I'm not makin' the kids do ecstasy
THEY MADE ME DO ECSTASY
**laughter***
Here's what he had to say at press time
Welcome to Emerica, ha ha ha ha ha ha
My peoples, my peoples
Welcome to Emerica