Gun Talk

[Intro: Ja Rule]

Hustlers

Killas and drug dealers

Pimp's, hoes

And all over the globe

[Hook]

When bitch niggas get you off the grind, nigga grab the nine and

When fake niggas try to cop the style, cock the 40 cal and

Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigga grip the pound

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 niggas left to hold the torch

Who gon' hold us off, cause you don't read newspapers nigga

Let Ja tell it, that's Murder Inc boys, that's real killers

Money laundering, tax evading and drug dealers

Backed by Kenneth McGriff, you can't be serious

We just niggas getting money, fucking all the bitches

And life and death can be a matter of inches

You know

That fo' fo' that handle his business

Like capital gains, reload and hit them with interest

Damn

What so gangsta about these niggas

Now I got the full speed niggas, led

Leave them dead over bread, or head

Cause we done fucking these same bitches

And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness

My goodness

Niggas can't be this stupid

It's gun talk, niggas better get used to it

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Black Child]

I don't care if you a criminal or cop, shoot or get shot

I'm raised by the block, product of the haze

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 fuck with, straight out of the gutter

With no introduction

Our role models was forced with hollows

Fuck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla

The witness Impala

Weed twisting ganja

Load up the clip's and flip the corner

They wanna be mourners, they goners

We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'

Thank ya'

Niggas keep me in the mood

To eat a nigga food

I murder with Rule, bomb!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ja Rule]

The nine, the cal, the pound, the co', niggas

The weed is dope, the E, the coke, niggas

The game is mine is 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 hoes 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 niggas up

Fucking stick niggas up, these bitch niggas touch

It's all about violence, real niggas is silent

And know these niggas whose guns got low mileage

Got ducked taped, hog tied up in their houses

I'll make you watch while I fuck the spouse

This ain't business, it's personal, gun talk

When I holla you the first to know

How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost cause

[Hook]

[Outro: Irv Gotti]

Yeah

Murder INC

We right here motherfuckers