Comin' To Getcha
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The Boss, you suckers
I'm comin' to get ya, tonight when you sleep
Creepin' steady but quick, I'm here to tell 'em
That me ain't no petty bitch
You run up, you gettin' stuck
What was goin' through your mind when you thought
Of a boss you could ever fuck?
So nut up, what's up is I'ma drop 'em
Shotgun blastin' a gash in that ass if I spot 'em
I got 'em, takin' cover from the killin'
And body bags is the only motherfuckin' thing I'm feelin'
'Cause crooks feelin' guilt, forty-ounce by the neck
And it's kept on a ninety-degree tilt
For me and my Biggie D-O-G's doin' double D's
Shoulda got with that, niggas can't fuck with these
Bitches straight pimpin', ain't no simps
So the gang ain't simpin', it's a bitch thing
And step to this one how I figure
From six feet deep, you push daisies and that ain't no makin', nigga
So step in my set and get your ass fucked up when I hit ya
(I'm comin') I'm comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Yo, she's comin' to get ya, uh
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Yo, she's comin' to get ya
There they go down the block, got the Glock cocked
Here we come straight rollin' in from the streets of the boondocks
Let him know that just a little go, gunnin' punks down
Then bailin' back to the vehicle
Then that's when heads start swellin'
You ain't been told, somebody better fuckin' tell 'em
'Bout the motherfuckin' Mitch bitch out on that other shit
Goin' all out and doin' much dirt on the killer tip
So save the rest for the next nigga
I was born to start trouble so they labeled me a brave nigga
And if the five-O step, that's when I blast another
Twenty question-askin' punk cop motherfucker
Don't make a move before you think
And fuck the judge, the jury and the goddamn precinct
So you can see the total picture
Watch your back 'cause the fact is that Boss is like comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Yo, she's comin' to get ya
Now check one-two, we caught the flu
Funk you with the sound, some say I'm buck wild
But step off and check out the Boss
You suckers are clammin' on the fuckin'
See most bitches don't fit
In the category of a criminal gettin' paid
Where comin' up is mandatory
Where nothing's fallin' but the motherfuckin' rain
And nothing's changed but the weather
'Cause life in the ghetto still ain't gettin' no better
I'm takin' it out for a night, throwin' heavy hits
Then you wonder why it's your ass that I'm comin' to get
'Cause what I got I simply took
A crook that takes it to the limit
Life's already a bitch without me in it
I commence to make dollars and cents
From lead, only evidence
Another ditch another nigga dead
If you a homie, cap peeled
If you play homies, never stay homies long anyway, fuck it
See some be goin' for bullshit that makes me a some nut
I'll take your ass out with just one shot
So when you drop from the bullets, I won't give a fuck
You shoulda died before I get ya
(I'm comin') I'm comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Yo, she's comin' to get ya, uh
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to get ya
Yo, she's comin' to get ya, uh