Gun Talk

[Hook] When bitch niggas get you off the grind, nigga grab the nine and When fake niggas try to cop the style, cock the 40 cal and Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pound and And if there's more than one that got to go, grab the calico and [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Real talk, the inc about to run New York Cause there's no real niggas left to hold the torch Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga Let Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers Money laundering, tax evadin and drug dealers Backed by Kenneth Mcgriff, you can't be serious We just niggas getting money, fucking all the bitches And life and death can be a matter of inches You know That fo' four that handle his buisness Like capital gains, reload and hit them with intrest Damn What so gangsta about these niggas Now I got the full speed niggas, led Leave them dead over bread, or head Cause we done fucking these same bitches And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness Niggas can't be this stupid It's gun talk, niggas better get used to it [Hook] [Verse 2 - Blackchild] I dont' care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot I'm raised by the plot, product of the hater The gauge and the Glock, and I keep a blade I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun Married muder one, sleep with the fishes Tasting red rum, young and corrupted Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter With no introduction Our role models is forced with the hollows Fuck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla The witness Impala Weed twisting ganja Load up the clip's and flip the corner They Morner, be morners they goners We gangster, gangster point and blank ya' Thank ya' Niggas keep me in the mood To eat a nigga food I murder with real bombs [Hook] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] The nine the cal the pound the 'co, niggas The weed the dope the E' the coke, niggas The gauge is mine, that's all I know I've been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my ho's hold Keep it in their purses, In case of illegal searching They got worship god, and trust the gun Ask for your forgiveness, and send niggas up Fucking stick niggas up, these bitch niggas touch It's all about violence, real niggas is silent And know these niggas whose guns got low mileage Got ducked taped, hog tied up in their houses I'll make you watch while I fuck the spouse This, ain't buisness, it's personal, gun talk When I holla your the first to know How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost cause [Hook] Yeah Murder INC We riding here motherfuckers