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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, grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the

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 don't newspaper's nigga
Lt. Ja it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
laundering, tax evade and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
We just niggaz getting money, all the bitches
And life and death between a matter of

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

bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal
Well if you like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

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

Our role models is forced the hollows
Fuck sloths the swallow the fifth a
The witness and the polla, weed ganja
up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be stay gunner
We gangster, gangster and blank ya'
Thank ya', keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I murder real bombs

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 like the way it's going down, nigga grip the
And if there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

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 this 9 6, the oldies know
This load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's 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, these bitch touch
all about violence, real niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in houses
I'll you watch while I fuck the spouse
This business, it's personal, gun talk
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, grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal
Well if you like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We riding here