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Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga the nine and
fake 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 more 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 gon' hold us of, 'cause you don't newspaper's nigga
Lt. Ja it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax evade and dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
We just niggaz getting money, all the bitches
And life and death a matter of inches

You
That fo' that handle his business
Like capital game, reload and hit with interest
Damn, what so gangsta these niggaz
Now I got the speed niggaz, led
Leave dead over prayers, or head
'Cause we done fucking same bitches
And you know talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness, can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, niggaz better get 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 grip the
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 gauge and the glock, and I keep a
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge a gun
Married murder one, sleep the fishes
Tasting red rum, and corrupted
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 and the polla, weed twisting ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the
They Morner, be mourners gunner
We gangster, gangster point and ya'
ya', niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food, I with real bombs

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

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

Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz
It's all about violence, real niggaz is
And these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage
Got taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll you watch while 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 has been lost of

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

INC
We riding motherfuckers