[Chorus]
Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going
[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Real talk, the inc about to run New York
Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches
And life and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handle his buisness
Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest
Damn
What so gangsta about these niggaz
Now I got the full speed niggaz, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or head
Cause we done fucking these same bitches
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness
Niggaz can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, niggaz better get used to it
[Chorus]
young
worship
witness
watch
violence
verse
gangster
hollows
grind
holla
gangsta
personal
fucking
introduction
chorus
forced
fifth
ducked
corner
working
laundering
first
speed
gunner
criminal
nigga
capital
afraid
inches
touch
serious
glock
between
searching
stupid
about
going
gutter
forgiveness
thank
doing
blank
pound
mileage
dealers
hater
better
getting
fishes
death
handle
blade
buisness
torch
bitch
backed
ganja
reload
money
houses
killers
product
leave
legal
married
matter
corrupted
bitches
motherfuckers
taped
murder
niggaz
cause
nothing
oldies
pillows
style
point
pounding
prayers
intrest
since
while
raised
riding
chemical
shoot
swallow
tough
silenced
gauge
sleep
spouse
stick
still
blood
straight
tasting
their
trust
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