Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine andWell fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal thenWell if you don`t like the way it`s going down, nigga grip the poundingAnd if there`s more than one that got the gold, grab the calicoReal talk, the INC about to run New York`Cause there`s no real niggaz left to hold the torchWho gon` hold us of, `cause you don`t read newspaper`s niggaLt. Ja tell it, that`s murder inc boy`s, that`s real killersMoney laundering, tax evade and drug dealersBacked by chemical grit, you can`t be seriousWe just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitchesAnd life and death between a matter of inchesYou knowThat fo` four that handle his businessLike capital game, reload and hit them with interestDamn, what so gangsta about these niggazNow I got the full speed niggaz, ledLeave them dead over prayers, or head`Cause we done fucking these same bitchesAnd you know they talk, and the pillows be my witnessMy forgiveness, niggaz can`t be this stupidIt`s gun talk, niggaz better get used to itWell bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine andWell fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal thenWell if you don`t like the way it`s going down, nigga grip the poundingAnd if there`s more than one that got the gold, grab the calicoYeah, I don`t care if you`re a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shotI`m raised by the plot, product of the haterThe gauge and the glock, and I keep a bladeI ain`t afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gunMarried murder one, sleep with the fishesTasting red rum, young and corruptedNothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutterWith no introductionOur role models is forced with the hollowsFuck sloths the swallow the fifth a hollaThe witness and the polla, weed twisting ganjaLoad up the clip`s and flip the cornerThey Morner, be mourners stay gunnerWe gangster, gangster point and blank ya`Thank ya`, niggaz keep me in the moodTo eat a nigga food, I murder with real bombsWell bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine andWell fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal thenWell if you don`t like the way it`s going down, nigga grip the poundingAnd if there`s more than one that got the gold, grab the calicoThe nine the cal the pound of coke, niggazThe weed the dope the E` the coke, niggazThe gauge is mine, that`s all I knowI`ve been doing this since 9 6, the oldies knowThis tough load, the 3 8 o`s, I let my hoe`s holdKeep it in them working, in case I`m legal searchingThey got worship god, and trust the gunAsk for your forgiveness and send niggaz upFucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touchIt`s all about violence, real niggaz is silencedAnd know these niggaz whoes guns got low mileageGot ducked taped, all tied up in their housesI`ll make you watch while I fuck the spouseThis ain`t business, it`s personal, gun talkWhen I holla you`re the first to knowHow many hoes, and how much blood has been lost ofWell bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine andWell fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal thenWell if you don`t like the way it`s going down, nigga grip the poundingAnd if there`s more than one that got the gold, grab the calicoYeahMurder INCWe riding here motherfuckers