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Well bitch get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
Well if you don't like the way it's going down, grip the pounding
And if more than one that got the gold, grab the calico

Real talk, the INC about to run New
'Cause there's no real niggaz left to hold the
Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you don't newspaper's nigga
Lt. Ja tell it, that's inc boy's, that's real killers
laundering, tax evade and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
We just niggaz money, fucking all the bitches
And life and death between a of inches

You
That fo' four that his business
Like capital game, reload and hit them with
Damn, what so about these niggaz
Now I got the speed niggaz, led
Leave them dead prayers, or head
'Cause we fucking these same bitches
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my
My forgiveness, niggaz can't be stupid
gun talk, niggaz better get used to it

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, grab the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal
if you don't like the way it's going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

Yeah, I care if you're a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the plot, product of the
The gauge and the glock, and I a blade
I ain't if it pop, the gauge still a gun
Married murder one, sleep with the
red rum, young and corrupted
Nothing to with, straight out of the gutter
no introduction

Our role is forced with the hollows
Fuck sloths the swallow the a holla
The and the polla, weed twisting ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the
They Morner, be stay gunner
We gangster, point and blank ya'
Thank ya', niggaz keep me in the
To eat a nigga food, I murder with bombs

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal
Well if you don't like the way it's going down, grip the pounding
And if there's than one that got the gold, grab the calico

The nine the cal the of coke, niggaz
The weed the the E' the coke, niggaz
The gauge is mine, all I know
I've been this since 9 6, the oldies know
This tough load, the 3 8 o's, I let my hoe's
Keep it in them working, in case I'm legal
got worship god, and trust the gun
Ask for forgiveness and send niggaz up

Fucking stick up, these bitch niggaz touch
It's all about violence, real is silenced
And these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in houses
I'll make you watch I fuck the spouse
ain't business, it's personal, gun talk
When I holla the first to know
How many hoes, and how much has been lost of

Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga the nine and
Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal
Well if you don't like the way it's going down, grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the

INC
We riding here