Talk Lyrics - Ja Rule

[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 

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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 

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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