[Chorus]
Well b**** n****z get you of the grind, n**** grab the nine and
Well fake n****z try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way its going down, n**** 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****z left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's n****
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 n****z getting money, f***ing all the b****es
And life and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handle his business
Like capital game, reload and hit them with interest
Damn
What so gangsta about these n****z
Now I got the full speed n****z, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or head
'Cause we done f***ing these same b****es
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness
N****z can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, n****z better get used to it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Blackchild]
I don't' 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 murder 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****z keep me in the mood
To eat a n**** food
I murder with real bombs
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]
The nine the cal the pound of coke, n****z
The weed the dope the E' the coke, n****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 n****z up
F***ing stick n****z up, these b**** n****z touch
It's all about violence, real n****z is silenced
And know these n****z 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 business, 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