Gonna Be Sumthin'

[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 niggas 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 fuck 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, niggas 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 niggas in here, uhh Ladies is jumpin, niggas 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 niggas in here, whooooo! [Cross] Let's get shit 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 Bitch, I'm a pimp, I ain't askin for nuttin I mastered frontin, fuck 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 jewels 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 killers under the wing like roll-on You ain't never seen nothin like this before Y'all been gettin straight cook up nigga, we straight raw And if you did, you lyin to yourself for these past days We like Big, we get more butts than ashtrays nigga Uhh.. [Chorus] - repeat 2X