Eastbound - Masta Ace Incorporated

I boom and I bash and I bash and I boom

I come forty deep when I enter the room

We’re the poom-poom, Digga wanna zoom zoom

Watch how we creep and sweep like a broom

Cuz this is the sound of the mighty I.N.C

Makin' history, niggies wanna be like we

I roll with L.D., and Paula with the P

Can’t forget Leschea, deuce to the tre

23 years old, sista with the soul

Everybody’s born to roll and gettin' swoll

I’m gunna break it down for my niggies over there

So peep the process and not the one in your hair

You know it ain’t over till it’s over

You know it ain’t over till it’s over

You know it ain’t over till it’s over

So bust this

Mics get damaged Like jean suits when i get loose

And jack roots for samples that make me wanna trample

Maim, mutilate, dismember, dismantle

Whats my handle, Digga from the bush

And please dont push, im on the egde

Look

At what took

Many years for hell to cook

Im comin for you, so you better read ya good book

From front to back cause when i attack

You be lying on the ground with ya fuckin head cracked

Ya shoulda stopped rollin dice

Brothas know im nice, i been that way for life

Catch wreck at the show and then on yo wife

So niggas look out here we come

Its the INC y’all dont really want none

My tank’s on full and I’m headed Eastbound (get down get down)

I got the bump in my trunk and my sound’s underground (get down get down)

Break it down baby brotha

Break it down baby brotha

Break it down baby brotha

Break it down

Check it out

You gotta look on your face like you wanna take mine

Whatever you feel, whenever you feel, fine

Everybody’s mentality around me, is the

Epitome of wanna be G, but wake up, get up

Clear the funk from your eyes, recognize

The I.N.C.'s 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 with the um bigga boom than ya gat

Fat 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 a B-Bass fool

It’s the I. to the N. to the C

Ya can’t fuck with me

It’s the I. to the N. to the C

Ya can’t fuck with me

My tank’s on full and I’m headed Eastbound (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 thru with the A-C-E The I-N-C

Who is the crew comin thru with the rough stylin The I-N-C

Who is the crew with the Brooklyn mentality The I-N-C

Who is the crew to break it down with the 1−2-3 The I-N-C

Break it down x 7

Check it out

It’s individual, residual, kid ya will

Get dissed if you step to this so don’t miss

When ya aim, so maintain and feel no pain

Tell me can ya stand the rain on your brain, chain

Reaction, I see the niggies

And the hotties with their bodies complete with satisfaction

So when you see the Ace comin' through with the crew

This is how we do

It’s the I. to the N. to the C

Ya can’t fuck with me

It’s the I. to the N. to the C

Ya can’t fuck with me