Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and   Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then   Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding   And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico      Real talk, the INC about to run New York   'Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the torch   Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you don't read newspaper's nigga   Lt. Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers   Money laundering, tax evade and drug dealers   Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious   We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches   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 niggaz   Now I got the full speed niggaz, led   Leave them dead over prayers, or head   'Cause we done fucking these same bitches   And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness   My forgiveness, niggaz can't be this stupid   It's gun talk, niggaz better get used to it      Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and   Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then   Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding   And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico      Yeah, 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 fuck with, straight out of the gutter   With no introduction      Our role models is forced with the hollows   Fuck sloths the swallow the fifth a holla   The witness and the polla, weed twisting ganja   Load up the clip's and flip the corner   They Morner, be mourners stay gunner   We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'   Thank ya', niggaz keep me in the mood   To eat a nigga food, I murder with real bombs      Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and   Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then   Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding   And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico      The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz   The weed the dope the E' the coke, niggaz   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 niggaz up      Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch   It's all about violence, real niggaz is silenced   And know these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage   Got ducked taped, all 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're the first to know   How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of      Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and   Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then   Well if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding   And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico      Yeah   Murder INC   We riding here motherfuckers