Eastbound

From the east From the east From the east I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom (uh huh) I come 40 deep when I enter the room (uh huh) With the poom-poom digga wanna zoom-zoom (uh huh) Watch how we creep and sweep like a broom (yeah) 'Cause this is the sound of the mighty INC Makin' history, niggies wanna be like we I roll wit LD and Paula with the P Can't forget Leschea, used to the trey 23 years old sista with the soul Everybody's born to roll and and gettin' swoll I'm gonna break it down for my niggies over there So peep the process and not the one in ya hair Ya know it ain't over 'til it's over Ya know it ain't over 'til it's over Ya know it ain't over 'til it's over So bust this (check it out) Mics get damaged like jean suits when I get loose And jack roots for samples that make me wanna trample Maim, mutilate, dismember, disman-tle What's my handle? Digga from the bush And please dont push, I'm on the egde Look - at what took - many years for hell to cook I'm comin' for you, so you better read ya good book From front to back 'cause when I attack You be lyin' on the ground wit' ya fuckin head cracked Ya shoulda stopped rollin' dice Brothas know I'm nice, I been that way for life Catch wreck at the show and then on yo wife So niggas look out, here we come It's the INC y'all dont really want none My tank's on full and I'm headed east bound (get down, get down) I got the bump in my trunk and my sound's underground (get down, get down) My tank's on full and I'm headed east bound (get down, get down) I got the bump in my trunk and my sound's underground (get down, get down) Break it down baby B-b-break it down baby B-b-break it down baby B-b-break it down (check it out) You got a look on ya face like ya wanna take mine Whatever ya feel, whenever ya feel fine Everybody's mentality around me Is the epitome of wanna be a G But wake up, get up, clear the funk from your eyes Recognize the INCs on the rise B-bass bombin' all the way to savannah Straight from Medina not white like Vanna Black and, as a matter of fact, yo bust that Um, digga wit the um, bigger boom then you got That with the mad snap hat to get ill Can ya feel the skill from the woofer grill of your Coupe deVille? I know ya can and if ya can then cool Ain't nothin' like the b-bass boom It's the I to the N to the C, ya can't fuck wit' me It's the I to the N to the C, ya can't fuck wit' me My tank's on full and I'm headed east bound (get down, get down) I got the bump in my trunk and my sound's underground (get down, get down) My tank's on full and I'm headed east bound (get down, get down) I got the bump in my trunk and my sound's underground (get down, get down) Who is the crew comin' through wit' the A-C-E? (The INC) Who is the crew comin' through wit' the rough styling? (The INC) Who is the crew with the Brooklyn mentality? (The INC) Who is the crew to break it down with the one-two-three? (The INC) Break it down baby (uh huh) B-b-break it down baby (uh huh) B-b-break it down baby (uh huh) B-b-break it down (check it out) It's the individual residual visual Get dissed if ya step to this, don't miss When ya aim to maintain and feel no pain Tell me can you stand the rain on yo brain Chain - reaction I see the niggies and the hotties with they bodies complete with satisfaction So when you see the Ase comin' through wit' the crew This is how we do (right) It's the I to the N to the C, ya can't fuck wit' me It's the I to the N to the C, ya can't fuck wit' me It's the I to the N to the C, ya can't fuck wit' me It's the I to the N to the C, ya can't fuck wit' me