The I.N.C. Is Back

[Intro - Shadow - talking]

Geah, Lou turn it up a little bit nigga

(rowdy I see you nigga)

Yeah (Queens)

Yo this Shadow in this motherfucker (holla)

Representin Hoodstock (Hussein)

The Stock Family nigga (yeah)

Haha, and its a motherfuckin takeover (geah, Ferrari Black)

We invested in the hood nigga in a lot of different ways

Geah (c'mon), but right now nigga

[Chorus - Shadow - 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

[Verse 1 - Shadow]

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!

[Chorus - Sekou 720 - 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

[Verse 2 - Sekou 720]

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)

[Chorus - Black Child - 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

[Verse 3 - Black Child]

I got stocks in the hood, sold rocks in the wood

Pop up on your block, with the glock like its good

Got niggaz 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 niggaz 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

[Chorus - Ja Rule - 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, niggaz

[Verse 4 - Ja Rule]

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 niggaz 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 niggaz

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

[Chorus - Ja Rule w/ ad libs]