Gun Talk - Ja Rule

[Chorus]
Well b_tch n_ggaz get you of the grind, n_gga grab the nine and
Well fake n_ggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way its going down, n_gga 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_ggaz left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, cause you don't read newspaper's n_gga
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_ggaz getting money, f_cking all the b_tches
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 n_ggaz
Now I got the full speed n_ggaz, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or head
Cause we done f_cking these same b_tches
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness
N_ggaz can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, n_ggaz 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 f_ck with, straight out of the gutter
With no introduction
Our role models is forced with the hollows
F_ck 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_ggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a n_gga food
I murder with real bombs

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[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]
The nine the cal the pound of coke, n_ggaz
The weed the dope the E' the coke, n_ggaz
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_ggaz up
F_cking stick n_ggaz up, these b_tch n_ggaz touch
It's all about violence, real n_ggaz is silenced
And know these n_ggaz whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I f_ck 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]

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