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Well b***h ni***z get you of the grind, n***a grab the nine and
Well fake ni***z try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way it's going down, n***a grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going

[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Real talk, the inc about to run New York
Cause there's no real ni***z left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's n***a
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
We just ni***z getting money, f*****g all the b*****s
And life and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handle his buisness
Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest
What so gangsta about these ni***z
Now I got the full speed ni***z, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or head
Cause we done f*****g these same b*****s
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness
Ni***z can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, ni***z better get used to it


[Verse 2 - Blackchild]
I don't' care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married muder one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and corrupted
Nothing to f**k with, straight out of the gutter
With no introduction
Our role models is forced with the hollows
F**k slothes the swallow the fifth a holla
The whitness and the polla
Weed twisting ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be morners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'
Thank ya'
Ni***z keep me in the mood
To eat a n***a food
I murder with real bombs


[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]
The nine the cal the pound of coke, ni***z
The weed the dope the E' the coke, ni***z
The gauge is mine, that's all I know
I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's hold
Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching
They got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness, and send ni***z up
F*****g stick ni***z up, these b***h ni***z touch
It's all about violence, real ni***z is silenced
And know these ni***z whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I f**k the spouse
This, ain't buisness, it's personal, gun talk
When I holla your the first to know
How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of


Murder inc
We riding here motherfuckers

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