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Chorus
Well b*tch get you of the grind, nigg* grab the nine and
Well fake try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigg* 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 left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigg*
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 getting money, fking all the girls
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
d*mn
What so gangsta about these
Now I got the full speed , led
Leave them dead over prayers, or head
Cause we done fking these same girls
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness
can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, better get used to it
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Verse 2 - Blackchild
I dont' 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 fk with, straight out of the gutter
With no introduction
Our role models is forced with the hollows
fk slothes the sw*llow 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'
keep me in the mood
To eat a nigg* food
I murder with real bombs
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Verse 3 - Ja Rule
The nine the cal the pound of coke,
The weed the dope the E' the coke,
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 up
fking stick up, these b*tch touch
It's all about violence, real is silenced
And know these whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I fk 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
Chorus
Yeah
Murder INC
We riding here motherfkers