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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
if you don't like 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 about to run New
'Cause there's no real niggaz to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you read newspaper's nigga
Lt. Ja tell it, that's inc boy's, that's real killers
laundering, tax evade and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you be serious
We just niggaz getting money, all the bitches
And life and death between a matter of

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

bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga 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

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

Our models is forced with the hollows
Fuck the swallow the fifth a holla
The witness and the polla, twisting ganja
up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be mourners stay
We gangster, gangster point and ya'
Thank ya', keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I with real bombs

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

The nine the cal the pound of coke,
The weed the dope the E' the coke,
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 legal
They got god, and trust the gun
Ask for forgiveness and send niggaz up

Fucking stick niggaz up, these niggaz touch
It's all about violence, niggaz is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I fuck the
This ain't business, it's personal, gun
When I you're the first to know
How many hoes, and how much 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 down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We here motherfuckers