we comin’ through lyrics – busta rhymes

yeah
serious now
be serious

all my n*gg*s, one two
line up an’, come through
i got sh*t for all of you to wild out and
(dumb to)
back and bust your gun too
nowhere to run to
this sh*t is the jerk
so run your jewels and your ones too
hey my b*tches
(what? what?)

i like your whole strut
bounce and hold your *ss out
make it open and close shut
watch me bust a whole nut
right over your whole b*tt
slice you down with the d*ck
just like you was a cold cut
(oh f*ck)

now watch me dig all in your whole gut
stuff it like a roast duck
f*ckin’ packin’ a toast
(what? what?)
what about you slapping the sh*t up out ya
flipmode, we them n*gg*s
and i’ma always shout ya
see how we high rollers
smokin’ till we high zonin’

n*gg*s on the corner
clutter the streets in the nights roamin’
now see how we got you open
my n*gg*s hold your post
b*tches if your ridin’ with me
let’s see who rocks the most

all my n*gg*s
(what? what?)
we comin’ through
(what? what?)
reppin’ for my n*gg*s and my b*tches too
(what? what?)
back and bust your gun too
nowhere to run to
black out in the truck
until there’s no club to come to

all my b*tches
(what? what?)
we comin’ through
(what? what?)
reppin’ for my b*tches and my n*gg*s too
(what? what?)
bounce and shake your *ss out
break fool and black out
hit you with some sh*t
that will make all y’all just p*ss out

know i keep that hot sh*t
f*ck up your block sh*t
have y’all n*gg*s stupid
on some straight c*ck your glock sh*t
every time we drop sh*t
there’s no way to stop sh*t
bust y’all n*gg*s *ss
then like to sit back and pop sh*t

yo we bout to lace y’all
deface the place y’all
with sh*t that feel just like
a f*ckin’ foot in your face y’all
is you with me?
(h*ll yeah)
before i hit y’all
flipmode be the n*gg*s
that will be sure to split y’all

we will never quit y’all
we won’t permit y’all
whack n*gg*s to come inside
like they be the sh*t y’all
(f*ck that)
yeah you know we blaze
and we wreck shop
put it down for live n*gg*s
while we watch the next fly

all my n*gg*s p*ss through
before we blast you
this sh*t so real
i don’t have no need to gash you
we will never calm down
we won’t put the bombs down
rep for all my n*gg*s
and we won’t put the arms down
(yeah you know we keep it comin’)

yo people is good for nothin’, ay yo
hot to death with sh*t that always keep you jumpin’
and rush the dance hall
until all they *ss fall
i make you other corny n*gg*s
get off the d*mn wall
and then we bless y’all
with the currently fresh y’all

and hit y’all n*gg*s with flavor
nothing less than the best y’all
now we see how we got you open
my n*gg*s hold your post
all my b*tches wylin’ with me
let’s see who rocks the most

all my n*gg*s
(what? what?)
we comin’ through
(what? what?)
reppin’ for my n*gg*s and my b*tches too
(what? what?)
back and bust your gun too
nowhere to run to
black out in the truck
until there’s no club to come to

all my b*tches
(what? what?)
we comin’ through
(what? what?)
reppin’ for my b*tches and my n*gg*s too
(what? what?)
bounce and shake your *ss out
break fool and black out
hit you with some sh*t
that will make all y’all just p*ss out

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