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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 no real niggaz left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you don't read newspaper's
Lt. Ja tell it, that's inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax evade and dealers
Backed by grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz money, fucking all the bitches
And life and death between a matter of

You
That fo' four that handle his
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 be my witness
My forgiveness, niggaz be this stupid
It's gun talk, better get used to it

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

Yeah, I don't care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get
I'm by the plot, product 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
Tasting red rum, and corrupted
Nothing to with, straight out of the gutter
With no

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

Well niggaz 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 like the way it's going down, 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 weed the the E' the coke, niggaz
The gauge is mine, all I know
I've been this since 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 up, these bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, real is silenced
And know these niggaz whoes got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all up in their houses
I'll make you while I fuck the spouse
This business, it's personal, gun talk
When I holla you're the first to
How many hoes, and how much has been lost of

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

INC
We riding here