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Gun Talk Lyrics - R.u.l.e. - Ja Rule

[Chorus] 

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 its going down, nigga grip the pounding 

And if there's more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going 

 

[Ja Rule] 

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 avaid 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 

 

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[Chorus] 

 

[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 

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 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' 

Niggaz keep me in the mood 

To eat a nigga food 

I murder with real bombs 

 

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[Chorus] 

 

[Ja Rule] 

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 your the first to know 

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

 

[Chorus] 

 

Yeah 

Murder INC 

We riding here motherfuckers 

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