Ja Rule - Gun Talk lyrics

(feat. Blackchild) [Chorus] Well b**h n***az get you of the grind, n***a grab the nine and Well fake n***az try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then Well if you don't like the way its going down, n***a 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 n***az left to hold the torch Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's n***a Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real k**ers Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious We just n***az getting money, f**ing all the b**hes And life and d**h 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 n***az Now I got the full speed n***az, led Leave them dead over prayers, or head Cause we done f**ing these same b**hes And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness My forgiveness n***az can't be this stupid It's gun talk, n***az better get used to it [Chorus] [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 f** with, straight out of the gutter With no introduction Our role models is forced with the hollows f** 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' n***az keep me in the mood To eat a n***a food I murder with real bombs [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] The nine the cal the pound of coke, n***az The weed the dope the E' the coke, n***az 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 n***az up f**ing stick n***az up, these b**h n***az touch It's all about violence, real n***az is silenced And know these n***az whoes guns got low mileage Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses I'll make you watch while I f** 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 [Chorus] Yeah Murder INC We riding here motherf**ers