[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
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