| Well bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
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| Well fake niggaz try to cop the style, cop the 40 cal then
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| Well if you don’t like the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding
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| And if there’s more than one that got the gold, grab the cal keep going
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| Real talk, the inc about to run New York
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| Cause there’s no real niggaz left to hold the torch
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| Who gon’hold us of, cause you don’t read newspaper’s nigga
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| Lt Ja tell it, that’s murder inc boy’s, that’s real killers
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| Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
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| Backed by chemical grit, you can’t be serious
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| We just niggaz getting money, fucking all the bitches
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| And life and death between a matter of inches
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| You know
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| That fo’four that handle his buisness
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| Like capital game, reload and hit them with intrest
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| Damn
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| What so gangsta about these niggaz
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| Now I got the full speed niggaz, led
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| Leave them dead over prayers, or head
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| Cause we done fucking these same bitches
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| And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
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| My forgiveness
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| Niggaz can’t be this stupid
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| It’s gun talk, niggaz better get used to it
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| I dont’care if you’re a criminal or a cop, shoot or get shot
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| I’m raised by the plot, product of the hater
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| The gauge and the glock, and I keep a blade
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| I ain’t afraid if it pop, the gauge still a gun
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| Married muder one, sleep with the fishes
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| Tasting red rum, young and corrupted
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| Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter
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| With no introduction
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| Our role models is forced with the hollows
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| Fuck slothes the swallow the fifth a holla
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| The whitness and the polla
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| Weed twisting ganja
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| Load up the clip’s and flip the corner
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| They Morner, be morners stay gunner
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| We gangster, gangster point and blank ya'
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| Thank ya'
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| Niggaz keep me in the mood
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| To eat a nigga food
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| I murder with real bombs
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| The nine the cal the pound of coke, niggaz
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| The weed the dope the E’the coke, niggaz
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| The gauge is mine, that’s all I know
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| I’ve been doing this since 9 6, the oldies know
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| This tough load, the 3 8 o’s, I let my hoe’s hold
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| Keep it in them working, In case I’m legal searching
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| They got worship god, and trust the gun
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| Ask for your forgiveness, and send niggaz up Fucking stick niggaz up, these bitch niggaz touch
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| It’s all about violence, real niggaz is silenced
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| And know these niggaz whoes guns got low mileage
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| Got ducked taped, all tied up in their houses
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| I’ll make you watch while I fuck the spouse
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| This, ain’t buisness, it’s personal, gun talk
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| when I holla your the first to know
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| How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost of Yeah
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| Murder INC
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| We riding here motherfuckers |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gun Talk , by - Ja Rule. Song from the album R.U.L.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп