Chink Santana - Gun Talk lyrics

[Hook] When b**h n***as get you off the grind, n***a grab the nine and When fake n***as try to cop the style, co*k the 40 cal and Well if you don't like the way its going down, n***a grip the pound and And if there's more than one that got to go, grab the calico and [Verse 1 - Ja Rule] Real talk, the inc about to run New York Cause there's no real n***as left to hold the torch Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's n***a Let Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real k**ers Money laundering, tax evadin and drug dealers Backed by Kenneth Mcgriff, you can't be serious We just n***as getting money, f**ing all the b**hes And life and d**h can be a matter of inches You know That fo' four that handle his buisness Like capital gains, reload and hit them with intrest Damn What so gangsta about these n***as Now I got the full speed n***as, led Leave them dead over bread, 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***as can't be this stupid It's gun talk, n***as better get used to it [Hook] [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 witness Impala Weed twisting ganja Load up the clip's and flip the corner They Morner, be morners they goners We gangster, gangster point and blank ya' Thank ya' n***as keep me in the mood To eat a n***a food I murder with real bombs [Hook] [Verse 3 - Ja Rule] The nine the cal the pound the 'co, n***as The weed the dope the E' the coke, n***as 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 ho's hold Keep it in their purses, In case of illegal searching They got worship god, and trust the gun Ask for your forgiveness, and send n***as up f**ing stick n***as up, these b**h n***as touch It's all about violence, real n***as is silent And know these n***as whose guns got low mileage Got ducked taped, hog 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 cause [Hook] Yeah Murder INC We riding here motherf**ers