[Infrared]
Ruff Ryders, next generation, I.N.C. the empire
If you want Jacksons with a system that'll wake up the dead
With a truck full of birds feedin them bread
And before y'all bet just noticed that (uh-huh)
I treat dice games like football;
I pop n***as and don't give 'em a quarter back
And then I'm spendin that in the store where the linen at
Same night in the club where the Cris' and the women at
Y'know, twenty-three with a hell of a flow
Six with no steering wheel, I just tell it where to go, uh
"Stop, make a right at the bar" - to all the C.E.O.'s it's ten o'clock
Do you know where your artists are?
Dee, I'm in the club smellin like Cristal cologne
Dial Star-8-2 before you call my phone
A little boy in a grown man's world
But as a little boy I could f** a grown man's girl
And if I bust in your mother then you become my enemy
Get it? .. Enemy? Uhh
[Chorus: Aja + Infrared]
Ladies is jumpin, n***as is thumpin
Bottles is poppin, it's gon' be somethin
Cause I don't care if my ladies in here
And you know, I don't care if your n***as in here, uhh
Ladies is jumpin, n***as is thumpin
Bottles is poppin, it's gon' be somethin
It's gon' be somethin - cause I don't care if my ladies in here
Cause you know, I don't care if your n***as in here, whooooo!
[Cross]
Let's get sh** poppin
Ladies, call me Cross cause I hit the spottin
And I, stay fresh cause they take me shoppin
We can en-joy life (uh-huh) as the cash spends
Flash Bent's (uh-huh) fast Benz (whoooo!)
You and me Ma, your man's past-tense (let's go)
And I'ma wait to put the baby asleep
Cause you know, I'ma hit you while your baby asleep
Whooooo! To say this a creep, after I nuttin
b**h, I'm a pimp, I ain't askin for nuttin
I mastered frontin, f** hockey, I got olympic ice
Rock's the size of olympic lights, uhh
[Chorus]
[Infrared + Cross]
They call me dick 'em down, slick 'em, I'm quick to hit 'em
They call me dick 'em down lovely, it's nothin above me
You know, a house is not a house unless there's four drive-ways
While I be in the club pourin Cris' sideways
And I'm standin outside to wipe out your team
And come to your funeral and pour out casket cream
Yeaaaah - I said slow down honey
I'm bout to wrap you up in j**els like Egyptian mummies
Cause when I.N.C. die they puttin our face on money
Ain't that funny? Y'all haters move and get stoled on
You know we keep k**ers under the wing like roll-on
You ain't never seen nothin like this before
Y'all been gettin straight cook up n***a, we straight raw
And if you did, you lyin to yourself for these past days
We like Big, we get more bu*ts than ashtrays n***a
Uhh..
[Chorus] - repeat 2X