Lyrics:
the wintertime, I'm orderin' minks (the mink)
Sellin' out arenas, I just murked the streets (the streets)
Coppin' a brand new castle in the Middle East (woo,
on we're goin on a ride
It's the ride why'lla, it's the I.N.C. Ride
Verse One:
are to the I, D to the E, check out how we the I.N.C.
Get more Biz than
the north, to the south
From the east, to the west
From the north, to the south
From the east, to the west
From the north, to the south
The I.N.C. Ride
not violate the camp, get shot down by chance
I'm real advanced with that cock and blast
Cause the feds wont look back, for cleaning cash
What cashes
and glamorous things
Copped a few cars
A crib with a east and west wing
Cuz this is how I'm livin and yall women know the secrets
Of how to get it and keep it
And mm-mm (mom, I'm seekin' that sir tea and some soup, yeah)
All in all it's all in my head
You know it's that high guy, from East PI
Spittin'
And mm-mm (mom, I'm seekin' that sir tea and some soup, yeah)
All in all it's all in my head
You know it's that high guy, from East PI
Spittin'
get a hit? (Hit)
Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip
East coast stomping, ripping and romping
New York, North Cak-a-laka,
microwave in the stove
I got my shooters on the line, nigga, pull up a fo
Ain't no talkin' on the cell, nigga, stick to the code
What's your life like, drop
(Contact) Can I get a hit? (Hit)
Boom-bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip
East coast stomping, ripping and romping
New York, North
get a hit? (Hit)
Boom bip with a brother named Tip and we're ready to flip
East coast stomping, ripping and romping
New York, North Cak-a-laka,
the east (From thе east)
But my swag from the North, 84, Polo Horse
(84, Polo Horsе)
Boolin’ hard on the court when
I jumped off the porch
All my niggas down
Death Don't Have No Mercy
Gary Davis with additional lyrics by Andrew M. Cohen & William Lee Ellis
Downtown DLJ Songs LLC OBO Budde Music Inc.
to Murder Inc.
Before Cam was wearing Pink I was styling nigga
Kevin Lyles was in his office like Wow my nigg*!!
I was Ye’ before Ye’ in the basement working
un drive by
Rolling down, sur ma East side
Rolling down, sur ma West side
Rolling down, avec ce big sound
On s'présente aux quatre coins du monde
that thrift shop
Tryna keep tabs on my ends
And I got that from my esa
East LA for that low
No surfboards, just turf wars
With skis off in that snow
down
Me and this mixo, we so.. we so tight
Lex Diamond sound, and uh.
I bees the High Chief, Jamel Arief
Straight from East Medina
And uh.. yo..
and he blast-es through you in the faint
All my niggas get paint, yo what's my name?
Lexus diamond, ice water inc
Uh, yeah, once again in
East side riders from the hood
And I wish niggas would
Come at me like it's all good
If y'all could you'd probably do the same thing
Rap, sling
She's been to seventeen weddings in the last three years,
Watchin' all her friends settle down.
Sally was thinkin' 'bout her career,
Every time Mr. Right
thinkin of
(Hey Jimmy just put the TV Dinner in the microwave)
(For 3 minutes then turn it over for another 3 minutes)
(And it'll be perfect)
I got
Underdog
(Tim Hicks, Todd Clark, Gavin Slate)
© Tim Hicks Music Inc. (SOCcN) / Egg Songs Publishing, cdministered by Downtown DLJ Songs (cSCcP) /
take you down to they lair, and pits, and the dark of the alley
This is where I sit, with the devil on my shoulder
Come and take a photo
Ganging with my
think
Speaking of all this pussy why is that boy up there fucking turning pink
Bro live down the street, that's northern east, it's where we fucking meet
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