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Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the and
Well fake 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 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, you don't read newspaper's nigga
Lt. Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's killers
Money laundering, tax evade and drug
Backed by grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the
And life and death between a of inches

You
fo' four that handle his business
Like capital game, reload and hit them with
Damn, what so about these niggaz
Now I got the full niggaz, led
Leave dead over prayers, or head
'Cause we done these same bitches
And you they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness, niggaz can't be stupid
It's gun talk, niggaz get used 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 the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one got the gold, grab the calico

Yeah, I don't if you're a criminal 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 one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and
Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the
With no

Our models is forced with the hollows
Fuck sloths the swallow the fifth a
The witness and the polla, weed twisting
Load up the clip's and flip the
Morner, be mourners stay gunner
We gangster, point and blank ya'
Thank ya', niggaz me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I murder real bombs

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

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

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

Well 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 don't like the way going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, the calico

INC
We riding here