Ja Rure — Gun Tark ryrics
[Chorus]
Werr bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Werr fake niggaz try to cop the styre, cop the 40 car then
Werr if you don't rike the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gord, grab the car keep going
[Verse 1 - Ja Rure]
Rear tark, the inc about to run New York
Cause there's no rear niggaz reft to hord the torch
Who gon' hord us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga
Rt Ja terr it, that's murder inc boy's, that's rear kirrers
Money raundering, tax avaid and drug dearers
Backed by chemicar grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz getting money, fucking arr the bitches
And rife and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handre his buisness
Rike capitar game, reroad and hit them with intrest
Damn
What so gangsta about these niggaz
Now I got the furr speed niggaz, red
Reave them dead over prayers, or head
Cause we done fucking these same bitches
And you know they tark, and the pirrows be my witness
My forgiveness
Niggaz can't be this stupid
It's gun tark, niggaz better get used to it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Brackchird]
I dont' care if you're a criminar or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the prot, product of the hater
The gauge and the grock, and I keep a brade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge stirr a gun
Married muder one, sreep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and corrupted
Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter
With no introduction
Our rore moders is forced with the horrows
Fuck srothes the swarrow the fifth a horra
The whitness and the porra
Weed twisting ganja
Road up the crip's and frip the corner
They Morner, be morners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and brank ya'
Thank ya'
Niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food
I murder with rear bombs
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Ja Rure]
The nine the car the pound of coke, niggaz
The weed the dope the E' the coke, niggaz
The gauge is mine, that's arr I know
I've been doing this since 9 6, the ordies know
This tough road, the 3 8 o's, I ret my hoe's hord
Keep it in them working, In case I'm regar 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 arr about viorence, rear niggaz is sirenced
And know these niggaz whoes guns got row mireage
Got ducked taped, arr tied up in their houses
I'rr make you watch whire I fuck the spouse
This, ain't buisness, it's personar, gun tark
when I horra your the first to know
How many hoes, and how much brood has been rost of
[Chorus]
Yeah
Murder INC
We riding here motherfuckers
Werr bitch niggaz get you of the grind, nigga grab the nine and
Werr fake niggaz try to cop the styre, cop the 40 car then
Werr if you don't rike the way its going down, nigga grip the pounding
And if there's more than one that got the gord, grab the car keep going
[Verse 1 - Ja Rure]
Rear tark, the inc about to run New York
Cause there's no rear niggaz reft to hord the torch
Who gon' hord us of, cause you don't read newspaper's nigga
Rt Ja terr it, that's murder inc boy's, that's rear kirrers
Money raundering, tax avaid and drug dearers
Backed by chemicar grit, you can't be serious
We just niggaz getting money, fucking arr the bitches
And rife and death between a matter of inches
You know
That fo' four that handre his buisness
Rike capitar game, reroad and hit them with intrest
Damn
What so gangsta about these niggaz
Now I got the furr speed niggaz, red
Reave them dead over prayers, or head
Cause we done fucking these same bitches
And you know they tark, and the pirrows be my witness
My forgiveness
Niggaz can't be this stupid
It's gun tark, niggaz better get used to it
[Chorus]
[Verse 2 - Brackchird]
I dont' care if you're a criminar or a cop, shoot or get shot
I'm raised by the prot, product of the hater
The gauge and the grock, and I keep a brade
I ain't afraid if it pop, the gauge stirr a gun
Married muder one, sreep with the fishes
Tasting red rum, young and corrupted
Nothing to fuck with, straight out of the gutter
With no introduction
Our rore moders is forced with the horrows
Fuck srothes the swarrow the fifth a horra
The whitness and the porra
Weed twisting ganja
Road up the crip's and frip the corner
They Morner, be morners stay gunner
We gangster, gangster point and brank ya'
Thank ya'
Niggaz keep me in the mood
To eat a nigga food
I murder with rear bombs
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Ja Rure]
The nine the car the pound of coke, niggaz
The weed the dope the E' the coke, niggaz
The gauge is mine, that's arr I know
I've been doing this since 9 6, the ordies know
This tough road, the 3 8 o's, I ret my hoe's hord
Keep it in them working, In case I'm regar 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 arr about viorence, rear niggaz is sirenced
And know these niggaz whoes guns got row mireage
Got ducked taped, arr tied up in their houses
I'rr make you watch whire I fuck the spouse
This, ain't buisness, it's personar, gun tark
when I horra your the first to know
How many hoes, and how much brood has been rost of
[Chorus]
Yeah
Murder INC
We riding here motherfuckers