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Well niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, the calico

Real talk, the INC to run New York
'Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the
Who gon' hold us of, you don't read newspaper's nigga
Lt. Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's killers
Money laundering, tax and drug dealers
by chemical grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the
And life and death a matter of inches

You
That fo' four that handle his
Like game, reload and hit them with interest
Damn, what so gangsta these niggaz
Now I got the full niggaz, led
Leave them over prayers, or head
'Cause we done fucking these same
And you know talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness, can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, niggaz better get to it

Well niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the

Yeah, I care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the
The gauge and the glock, and I a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the still a gun
murder one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and
to fuck with, straight out of the gutter
With no

Our role is forced with the hollows
Fuck the swallow the fifth a holla
The witness and the polla, twisting ganja
Load up the and flip the corner
They Morner, be mourners gunner
We gangster, gangster and blank ya'
ya', niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I with real bombs

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal
Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the

The nine the cal the of coke, niggaz
The weed the dope the E' the coke,
The gauge is mine, that's all I
I've been doing since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hold
Keep it in them working, in case I'm searching
They got god, and trust the gun
Ask for forgiveness and send niggaz up

Fucking stick niggaz up, bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, real niggaz is
And know these niggaz guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in houses
make you watch while I fuck the spouse
This business, it's personal, gun talk
When I you're the first to know
How many hoes, and how blood has been lost of

Well bitch get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga the pounding
And if there's more one that got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We riding here