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Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the 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 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 niggaz left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you read newspaper's nigga
Lt. Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's killers
laundering, tax evade and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the
And life and death between a matter of

You
fo' four that handle his business
Like capital game, and hit them with interest
Damn, what so about these niggaz
Now I got the speed niggaz, led
Leave them over prayers, or head
'Cause we fucking these same bitches
And you they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness, niggaz be this stupid
gun talk, niggaz better get used to it

Well bitch get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well niggaz 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, grab the

Yeah, I don't care if you're a or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the
The and the glock, and I keep a blade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge a gun
Married murder one, sleep the fishes
red rum, young and corrupted
Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the
With no

Our role models is forced with the
Fuck sloths the swallow the a holla
The and the polla, weed twisting ganja
Load up the and flip the corner
They Morner, be mourners stay
We gangster, point and blank ya'
Thank ya', niggaz keep me in the
To eat a nigga food, I murder with real

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

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

Fucking stick niggaz up, bitch niggaz touch
It's all violence, real niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes guns got low
Got taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I the spouse
This ain't business, it's personal, gun
When I holla you're the to know
How many hoes, and how much blood has lost of

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the 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 than one that got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We riding here