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Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, 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 down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

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

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

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the 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 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 afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
murder one, sleep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and
Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the
With no

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

bitch 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, nigga the pounding
And if there's more than one got the gold, grab the calico

The nine the cal the of coke, niggaz
The weed the the E' the coke, niggaz
The is mine, that's all I know
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 them working, in I'm legal searching
They got god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness and send up

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

INC
We here motherfuckers