Ja Rule – Gun Talk ft Blackchild

Prominent American Music creator and songwriter, Ja Rule teams up with Blackchild to develop this song tagged “Gun Talk”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “R.U.L.E.” was officially released on 09 November 2004.

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LYRICS

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 it’s going down, nigga grip the pound

And if there’s more than one that got to go, grab the calico and

Real talk, The Inc about to run New York

Cause there’s no real niggas left to hold the torch

Who gon’ hold us of, cause you don’t read newspaper’s nigga

Let Ja tell it, that’s Murder Inc boy’s, that’s real killers

Money laundering, tax evadin 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’ four 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 forgiveness

Niggas can’t be this stupid

It’s gun talk, niggas better get used to it

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 it’s going down, nigga grip the pound

And if there’s more than one that got to go, grab the calico and

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 Impala

Weed twisting ganja

Load up the clip’s and flip the corner

They mourner, be mourners they goners

We gangster, gangster point and blank ya’

Thank ya’

Niggas keep me in the mood

To eat a nigga food

I murder with real bombs

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 it’s going down, nigga grip the pound

And if there’s more than one that got to go, grab the calico and

The nine the cal the pound the ‘co, niggas

The weed the dope the E’ the coke, niggas

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 ho’s hold

Keep it in their purses, in case of illegal searching

They got worship god, and trust the gun

Ask for your forgiveness, and send niggas up

Fucking stick niggas up, these bitch niggas touch

It’s all about violence, real niggas is silent

And know these niggas whose guns got low mileage

Got ducked taped, hog 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 your the first to know

How many hoes, and how much blood has been lost cause

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 it’s going down, nigga grip the pound

And if there’s more than one that got to go, grab the calico and

Yeah

Murder INC

We riding here motherfuckers