Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The I.N.C. Is Back, artist - Ja Rule. Date of issue: 31.12.2002
Song language: English
The I.N.C. Is Back |
| — 2X — w/ ad libs |
| The bricks is back, the bricks is back |
| The bricks is back, the bricks is back |
| Big 'Dow ain’t the toughest |
| So I’ll tell you right now when it’s on it’s nothin |
| Shadow gettin to bustin |
| Let me tell you who I be and who I am |
| Shadow Stock, ready rock, that’s what I’m sellin and |
| E pills, four hundred for fifty get you a refill |
| Twenty-three a gram nigga, let’s do the deal |
| Representin the Stock Family |
| I don’t really care how big you get pussy, you can’t handle me |
| Won’t say I’m the toughest |
| So I’ll tell you right now when it’s on, it’s nothin |
| Shadow gettin to bustin |
| Every class at school nigga was special ed |
| Teacher got bored a nigga so we was all red |
| Twenty four with no diploma I don’t really care |
| These cowards don’t got it crackin and I’m out there |
| Lou we got the brown, Ferrari got the green |
| Smells caught in between, nigga doin his thing |
| What I’m sayin it’s a hustler’s pain |
| Bein rich by myself, it’s a treacherous dream |
| Damn! |
| — 2X — w/ ad libs |
| Queens is back, Queens is back |
| Nigga Queens is back, Queens is back |
| Man Sekou ain’t the toughest |
| I’ll tell ya right now, when it’s on it’s nothin |
| 720 get to bustin |
| Oh my gangstaness |
| All the anger in my heart who we thank for this |
| Yo I can’t thank a soul but God and guns |
| Don’t kill a damn fool it’s a animant’s steel (drugs) |
| It’s the liquor and the bills cause a man to steal |
| It’s the lack of Medicaid and these bitches got AIDS |
| And they snaggin at the Y, player we too high |
| I ain’t really into ballin and tossin my chips (uh huh) |
| Rather cop real estate then ride big whips |
| Rather trick on my wife and go real a dick or hips |
| Slick bitch that’s strict man, she can’t get shit |
| But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock |
| We got good stock |
| And size does matter bitch, that’s why we slang good cock |
| Back the thirty eight slug, back out (what what) |
| Look out the way, 'fore your whole hood shot up (yeah) |
| — 2X — w/ ad libs |
| The Inc. is back, the Inc. is back |
| The Inc. is back, the Inc. is back |
| The Inc. is back, the Inc. is back |
| Black Child is gutter, it’s on motherfuckers |
| The Inc. is back, the Inc. is back |
| The Inc. is back, the Inc. is back |
| Black Child is gutter |
| I don’t give a fuck what I sell out with a gun motherfucker |
| I got stocks in the hood, sold rocks in the wood |
| Pop up on your block, with the Glock like its good |
| Got niggas scared to cop and drop like I’m Suge |
| Pop if you could, watch if you would |
| Nigga go platinum from the federal pen |
| Go 150 months, and come home gettin rich again |
| Nigga it’s sicker than, I hope you listenin |
| Nigga we glistenin, pop off and leave you in the dead man position |
| Black Child is Murder, y’all forgettin |
| The work I put in, the dirt I done did |
| On this earth niggas lives is worthless |
| Unless you worth a few million, school your children |
| Let the game get to 'em, then they brain get ruined |
| Mine speak foreign languages fluently |
| Hoodstock exchange ain’t nothin new to me |
| Cop and go, set 'em shoppin up to Unity |
| I’ve been ticklin clit ever since puberty |
| Might taste it if it smells clean to me |
| Mama lean with me, holler and scream with me |
| — 2X — w/ ad libs |
| The Rule is back, the Rule is back |
| The Rule is back, the Rule is back |
| Like 'Pac said «keep your head up man» |
| Like Biggie Biggie «give me one more chance» |
| Haha, niggas |
| I +Clap Back+ just from my mental anguish |
| This cash is aimless, cop the new yellow Vanguish |
| And I ride swervin down the westside highway |
| Get high like a G4 on the runway |
| I can’t land it man with gun in hand |
| A hundred grand in escrow tryna expand |
| A million niggas that brick, whole bricks to grams |
| Just leave with money, its seems like its Uncle Sam |
| So keep (hustlin) I done roll that comes from all the pain and the (strugglin) |
| (Look at here) federal agents (runnin in) |
| Come again, it must be mistaken identity |
| Like when Oswald took the rap for killin a Kennedy |
| We in the street, not industry niggas |
| And because we’re called «the Murderers» that don’t make us killaz, now does it? |
| Now it’s not home but still them trumpets blowin |
| Hold on cause the leader of this mission is a pro |
| w/ ad libs |