Check it out, ya'll (Check it out, ya'll) Check it out, ya'll (Check it out, ya'll) Check it out, ya'll (Check it out, Ya'll) Check it out, ya'll (Check it out, ya'll) I.N.C To all my niggies over there What's goin' on? To all my peoples over here What's goin' on? To all the cuties with the stack What's goin on? To all the killas in the back What's goin' on? Ain't nothing but a thing now Who wants to swing with the I.N.C Bring bikinis with the string And let's get on down I like the sound that makes my mind run away Put that fucking gun away 'Cause everything is peace tonight Aight It ain't gonna' be no fight, we gonna' do it up, right Feelin' alright, gotta' get right The party all night I step in with my Adidas as dumb fly And that oldschool like Cooley High Why would you wanna' flex When cheques get cashed And wack rappers get bashed But not getting bismarked on the mic You'll never know when the I.N.C.'s gonna' strike 'Cause it happens so fast Now let the hit last To all my niggies over there What's goin' on? (Ya' rollin' with the I.N.C.) To all my peoples over there What's goin' on? (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.) To all the cuties with the stack What's goin on? (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.) To all the killas in the back What's goin' on? (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.) Riding, I'm going riding I've got my G by my side And we're crusing the ville like tour guides Pride in my brain for living through the hectic Streets of ville-ville Where dreams get ejected Damn It seems like just yesterday We played two hand touch around the way (Okay) And as I cruise through the blocks I look at all the flocks Of bums with no socks Living life on the rocks And I'm thinking just how lucky I am It didn't get me Here comes fifty, he wanna' sweat me You're not arresting me Arresting me Don't go testing me 'Cause my destiny Doesn't involve handcuffs or bars Just wanna' boom through the bass and the cars 'Cause physically, mentally and emotionally This is how it's supposed to be To all my niggies over there What's goin' on? (Ya' rollin' with the I.N.C.) To all my peoples over there What's goin' on? (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.) To all the cuties with the stack What's goin on? (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.) To all the killas in the back What's goin' on? (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.) I.N.C I.N.C It's like this, ya'll (It's like that, ya'll) It's like this, ya'll (It's like that, ya'll) I'm living fat, ya'll With mad skill for the grill If you're mad like lion still don't shoot to kill Black Coupe de Ville, sittin' on chrome No place like home where I'll kids roam (Yo, who ya' down with) Yo, I'm down with the I I'm down with the I.N.C (What, and who you rollin' with?) Yo, I'm rollin' with the I I'm rollin' with the I.N.C (What) Don't even try and see None of this here What's up dear, you got a lot in the rear And I'd swear that what you really wanna' do Is get down and party all night with the crew It's just me, Lord Digga and the rest of the clan What's up, the Steady Pace That's my man And I stand in the middle of the jam With both hands high in the air Aww yeah I.N.C To all my niggies over there What's goin' on? (Ya' rollin' with the I.N.C.) To all my peoples over there What's goin' on? (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.) To all the cuties with the stack What's goin on? (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.) To all the killas in the back What's goin' on? (They're rollin' with the I.N.C.) I.N.C I.N.C