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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 it's going down, grip the pounding
And if more than one that got the gold, grab the calico

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

You
That fo' four that handle his
Like capital game, reload and hit with interest
Damn, what so gangsta about niggaz
Now I got the full niggaz, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or
'Cause we fucking these same bitches
And you they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness, niggaz be this stupid
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
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

Yeah, I don't care if a criminal or a cop, shoot 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
no introduction

Our role models is with the hollows
Fuck sloths the the fifth a holla
The witness and the polla, weed twisting
Load up the and flip the corner
They Morner, be mourners stay
We gangster, gangster and blank ya'
Thank ya', niggaz me in the mood
To eat a food, I murder with 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 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
been doing 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
They got god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness and send up

stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch
It's all violence, real niggaz is silenced
And these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage
Got taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch I fuck the spouse
This ain't business, personal, gun talk
When I holla you're the first to
How many hoes, and how much blood has 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 the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the

INC
We here motherfuckers