[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. [Verse 1 - 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 buisness. Like capital game reload and hit them with intrest. 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. [Chorus]. [Verse 2 - Blackchild]. I dont' 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 muder 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. [Chorus]. [Verse 3 - 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 buisness 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