Gun Talk lyrics

[Intro: Ja Rule]
Hustlers
Killas and drug dealers
Pimp's, hoes
And all over the globe

[Hook]
When b*tch n*ggas get you off the grind, n*gga grab the nine and
When fake n*ggas try to cop the style, c*ck the 40 cal and
Well if you don't like the way its going down, n*gga 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 n*ggas left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us off, cause you don't read newspapers n*gga
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 n*ggas getting money, f*cking all the b*tches
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 n*ggas
Now I got the full speed n*ggas, led
Leave them dead over bread, or head
Cause we done f*cking these same b*tches
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My goodness
n*ggas can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, n*ggas 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 f*ck with, straight out of the gutter
With no introduction
Our role models was forced with hollows
f*ck 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'
n*ggas keep me in the mood
To eat a n*gga food
I murder with Rule, bomb!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ja Rule]
The nine, the cal, the pound, the co', n*ggas
The weed is dope, the E, the coke, n*ggas
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 n*ggas up
f*cking stick n*ggas up, these b*tch n*ggas touch
It's all about violence, real n*ggas is silent
And know these n*ggas whose guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, hog tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while I f*ck 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 motherf*ckers