[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]