(feat. Blackchild)

[Chorus]

Well (*##$ ^!$$%z get you of the grind, ^!$$% grab the nine and
Well fake ^!$$%z try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way its going down, ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%z left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's ^!$$%

Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious

We just ^!$$%z getting money, $#&@ing all the (*##$es
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 ^!$$%z
Now I got the full speed ^!$$%z, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or head

Cause we done $#&@ing these same (*##$es
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness

^!$$%z can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, ^!$$%z better get used to it


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[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 $#&@ with, straight out of the gutter
With no introduction
Our role models is forced with the hollows

$#&@ slothes the swallow the fifth a holla
The whitness and the polla
Weed twisting ganja

Load up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be morners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'

Thank ya'
^!$$%z keep me in the mood
To eat a ^!$$% food

I murder with real bombs

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[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]
The nine the cal the pound of !@%!e, ^!$$%z

The weed the dope the E' the !@%!e, ^!$$%z
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 hoe's hold
Keep it in them working, In case I'm legal searching
They got worship god, and trust the gun

Ask for your forgiveness, and send ^!$$%z up
$#&@ing stick ^!$$%z up, these (*##$ ^!$$%z touch
It's all about violence, real ^!$$%z is silenced

And know these ^!$$%z whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I $#&@ 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 of


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Yeah
Murder INC
We riding here mother$#&@ers