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[Chorus]
Well *** *** get you of the grind, *** 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, *** 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 ***
Lt Ja tell it, that's *** 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, f**king all the ***
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
Damn
What so gangsta about these ***
Now I got the full speed ***, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or head
Cause we done f**king these same ***
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
[Chorus]
[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 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 ***
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 *** food
I *** with real bombs
[Chorus]
[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
F**king stick *** up, these *** *** 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 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
[Chorus]
Yeah
*** INC
We riding here motherf**kers