Lyrics Gun Talk - Ja Rule , Black Child
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
it's
going
down,
nigga
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
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
evade
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
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
it's
going
down,
nigga
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
fuck
with,
straight
out
of
the
gutter
With
no
introduction
Our
role
models
is
forced
with
the
hollows
Fuck
sloths
the
swallow
the
fifth
a
holla
The
witness
and
the
polla,
weed
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',
niggaz
keep
me
in
the
mood
To
eat
a
nigga
food,
I
murder
with
real
bombs
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
it's
going
down,
nigga
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,
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
38 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
you're
the
first
to
know
How
many
hoes,
and
how
much
blood
has
been
lost
of
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
it's
going
down,
nigga
grip
the
pounding
And
if
there's
more
than
one
that
got
the
gold,
grab
the
calico
Yeah
Murder
INC
We
riding
here
motherfuckers
![Ja Rule feat. Black Child - R.U.L.E.](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/t/y/u/m/hLpLqbmUyT.jpg)
1 Stripping Game (skit)
2 New York
3 What's My Name
4 Wonderful
5 Last of the Mohicans
6 Last of the Mohicans
7 The INC Intro
8 Get It Started
9 The Manual
10 Get It Started
11 Better Days
12 Passion
13 Bout My Business
14 Bout My Business
15 Where I'm From
16 Weed (skit)
17 Life Goes On
18 Where I'm From
19 Life Goes On
20 Never Thought
21 Gun Talk
22 Caught Up
23 True Story (skit)
24 R.U.L.E.
25 Wonderful
26 What's My Name
27 New York
28 Stripping Game (skit)
29 The Manual
30 True Story (skit)
31 Caught Up
32 Never Thought
33 Get It Started
34 Weed (skit)
35 Passion
36 Where I'm From
37 Bout My Business
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