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Well bitch 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 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

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 money, fucking all the bitches
And life and between a matter of inches

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

Well bitch niggaz 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 it's down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one got the gold, grab the calico

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

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

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

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

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

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 more than one that got the gold, grab the calico

INC
We riding here