Gun Talk Ja Rule (Ft. Black Child)

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

[Hook]
When bitch niggas get you off the grind, nigga grab the nine and
When fake niggas try to cop the style, cock the 40 cal and
Well if you don't like the way its going down, nigga 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 niggas left to hold the torch
Who gon' hold us off, cause you don't read newspapers nigga
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 niggas getting money, fucking all the bitches
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 niggas
Now I got the full speed niggas, led
Leave them dead over bread, or head
Cause we done fucking these same bitches
And you know they talk, and the pillows be my witness
My goodness
Niggas can't be this stupid
It's gun talk, niggas better get used to it