The INC Is Back – Ja Rule (feat. Shadow, Sekou 720, & Black Child)

Geah, Lou turn it up a little bit nigga
(Rowdy I see you nigga)
Yeah (Queens)
Yo this Shadow in this motherfucker (holla)
Representing Hoodstock (Hussein)
The Stock Family nigga (yeah)
Ha ha, and it’s a motherfucking takeover (geah, Ferrari Black)
We invested in the hood nigga in a lot of different ways
Geah (c’mon), but right now nigga

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 nothing
Shadow getting to busting

Let me tell you who I be and who I am
Shadow Stock, ready rock, that’s what I’m selling and
E pills, four hundred for fifty get you a refill
Twenty-three a gram nigga, let’s do the deal
Representing 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 nothing
Shadow getting to busting
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 cracking and I’m out there
Lou we got the brown, Ferrari got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doing his thing
What I’m saying it’s a hustler’s pain
Being rich by myself, it’s a treacherous dream
Damn!

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 nothing
720 get to busting

Oh my gangsterness
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 snagging at the Y, player we too high
I ain’t really into balling and tossing 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)

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 it’s 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 getting rich again
Nigga it’s sicker than, I hope you listening
Nigga we glistening, pop off and leave you in the dead man position
Black Child is murder, y’all forgetting
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 nothing new to me
Cop and go, set ’em shopping up to Unity
I’ve been tickling clit ever since puberty
Might taste it if it smells clean to me
Mama lean with me, holler and scream with me

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”
Ha ha, niggas

I clap back just from my mental anguish
This cash is aimless, cop the new yellow Vanquish
And I ride swerving 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, it seems like it’s Uncle Sam
So keep (hustling) I done roll that comes from all the pain and the (struggling)
(Look at here) federal agents (running in)
Come again, it must be mistaken identity
Like when Oswald took the rap for killing a Kennedy
We in the street, not industry niggas
And because we’re called “the murderers” that don’t make us killers, now does it?
Now it’s not home but still them trumpets blowing
Hold on cause the leader of this mission is a pro

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 nothing
Shadow getting to busting
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