[Chorus]
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Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
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Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
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Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding
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And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going
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[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
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Real talk, the inc about to run New York
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Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch
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Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga
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Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
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Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
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Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
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We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches
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And life and death between a matter of inches
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You know
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That fo' four that handle his buisness
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Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest
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Damn
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What so gangsta about these niggaz
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Now I got the full speed niggaz, led
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Leave them dead over prayers, or head
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Cause we done fucking these same bitches
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And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
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My forgiveness
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Niggaz can't be this stupid
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It's gun talk, niggaz better get used to it
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2 - Blackchild]
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I dont' care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
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I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater
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The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
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I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
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Married muder one, sleep with the fishes
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Tasting red rum, young and corrupted
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Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter
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With no introduction
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Our role models is forced with the hollows
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Fuck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla
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The whitness and the polla
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Weed twisting ganja
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Load up the clip's and flip the corner
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They Morner, be morners stay gunner
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We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'
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Thank ya'
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Niggaz keep me in the mood
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To eat a nigga food
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I murder with real bombs
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]
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The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz
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The weed the dope the E' the coke, niggaz
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The gauge is mine, that's all I know
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I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know
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This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's hold
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Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching
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They got worship god, and trust the gun
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Ask for your forgiveness, and send niggaz up
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Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch
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It's all about violence, real niggaz is silenced
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And know these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage
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Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses
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I'll make you watch while I fuck the spouse
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This, ain't buisness, it's personal, gun talk
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when I holla your the first to know
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How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of
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[Chorus]
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Yeah
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Murder INC
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We riding here motherfuckers
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Talk
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Ja Rule |