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[Infrared]Ruff Ryders, next generation, I.N.C. the empireIf you want Jacksons with a system that'll wake up the deadWith a truck full of birds feedin them breadAnd before why'all bet just noticed that (uh-huh)I treat dice games like football;I pop niggaz and don't give 'em a quarter backAnd then I'm spendin that in the store where the linen atSame night in the club where the Cris' and the women atwhy'know, twenty-three with a hell of a flowSix 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'clockDo you know where your artists are?Dee, I'm in the club smellin like Cristal cologneDial Star-8-2 before you call my phoneA little boy in a grown man's worldBut as a little boy I could fuck a grown man's girlAnd if I bust in your mother then you become my enemyGet it? .. Enemy? Uhh[Chorus: Aja + Infrared]Ladies is jumpin, niggaz is thumpinBottles is poppin, it's gon' be somethinCause I don't care if my ladies in hereAnd you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, uhhLetras de cancionesLadies is jumpin, niggaz is thumpinBottles is poppin, it's gon' be somethinIt's gon' be somethin - cause I don't care if my ladies in hereCause you know, I don't care if your niggaz in here, whooooo![Cross]Let's get shit poppinLadies, call me Cross cause I hit the spottinAnd I, stay fresh cause they take me shoppinWe can en-joy life (uh-huh) as the cash spendsFlash 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 asleepCause you know, I'ma hit you while your baby asleepWhooooo! To say this a creep, after I nuttinBitch, I'm a pimp, I ain't askin for nuttinI mastered frontin, fuck cocky, I got olympic iceRock's the size of olympic lights, uhh[Chorus][Infrared + Cross]They call me dick 'em down, slick 'em, I'm quick to hit 'emThey call me dick 'em down lovely, it's nothin above meYou know, a house is not a house unless there's four drive-waysWhile I be in the club pourin Cris' sidewaysAnd I'm standin outside to wipe out your teamand come to your funeral and pour out casket creamYeaaaah - I said slow down honeyI'm bout to wrap you up in jewels like Egyptian mummiesCause when I.N.C. die they puttin our face on moneyAin't that funny? why'all haters move and get stoled onYou know we keep killers under the wing like roll-onYou ain't never seen nothin like this beforewhy'all been gettin straight cook up nigga, we straight rawAnd if you did, you lyin to yourself for these past daysWe like Big, we get more butts than ashtrays niggaUhh..[Chorus] - repeat 2X From Letras Mania