- Ja Rule Gun Talk 歌詞
- Black Child Ja Rule
- Well ************* *************z get you of the grind, ************* grab the nine and
Well fake *************z 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 there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico
Real talk, the
INC about to run
New York'Cause there's no real *************z left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us of, 'cause you don't read newspaper's *************
Lt. Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax evade and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
We just *************z getting money, ******g all the *******
And life and death between a matter of inches
You knowThat fo' four that handle his business
Like capital game, reload and hit them with interest
Damn, what so gangsta about these *************z
Now I got the full speed *************z, led
Leave them dead over prayers, or head'
Cause we done ******g these same *******
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My forgiveness, *************z can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, *************z better get used to it
Well ************* *************z get you of the grind, ************* grab the nine and
Well fake *************z 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 there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico
Yeah, 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 ************* with, straight out of the gutter
With no introduction
Our role models is forced with the hollows
************* sloths the swallow the fifth a holla
The witness and the polla, ****** twisting ganja
Load up the clip's and flip the corner
They Morner, be mourners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'
Thank ya', *************z keep me in the mood
To eat a ************* food,
I murder with real bombs
Well ************* *************z get you of the grind, ************* grab the nine and
Well fake *************z 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 there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico
The nine the cal the pound of coke, *************z
The ****** the **** the
E' the coke, *************z
The gauge is mine, that's all
I knowI'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 wor*************p god, and trust the gun
Ask for your forgiveness and send *************z up
******g stick *************z up, these ************* *************z touch
It's all about violence, real *************z is silenced
And know these *************z whoes guns got low mileage
Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses
I'll make you watch while
I ************* the spouse
This ain't business, it's personal, gun talk
When I holla you're the first to know
How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of
Well ************* *************z get you of the grind, ************* grab the nine and
Well fake *************z 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 there's more than one that got the gold, grab the calico
YeahMurder
INCWe riding here mother*******s
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