We Comin' Through - Busta Rhymes
Yeah
Serious now
Serious
All my n_ggas
ONE TWO
Line up and
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
All my b_tches
WHAT WHAT
I like your whole strut
Bounce and hold your ass 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_cking packing a toast
WHAT WHAT
What about you slapping the sh_t up out ya
Flipmode
We them n_ggas
And I'ma always shout ya
See how we high rollers
Smoking till we high zoning
N_ggas on the corner
Clutter the streets in the nights roaming
Now see how we got you open
My n_ggas hold your post
B_tches if your riding with me
Let's see who rocks the most
[Chorus:]
All my n_ggas (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my n_ggas 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 coming through (What what)
Repping for my b_tches and my n_ggas too (What what)
Bounce and shake your ass out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some sh_t
That will make all y'all just pass out
Know I keep that hot sh_t
F_ck up your block sh_t
Have y'all n_ggas stupid
On some straight cock your glock sh_t
Everytime we drop sh_t
There's no way to stop sh_t
Bust y'all n_ggas ass
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_cking foot in your face y'all
Is you with me?
(HELL YEAH!)
Before I hit y'all
Flipmode be the n_ggas
That will be sure to split y'all
We will never quit y'all
We won't permit y'all
Whack n_ggas 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_ggas
While we watch the next fly
All my n_ggas pass 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_ggas
And we won't put the arms down
(Yeah you know we keep it coming)
Yo people is good for nothing
(Ay yo!)
Hot to death with sh_t that always keep you jumping
And rush the dance hall
Until all they ass fall
I make you other corny n_ggas
Get off the damn wall
And then we bless y'all
With the currently fresh y'all
And hit y'all n_ggas with flavor
Nothing less than the best y'all
Now we see how we got you open
My n_ggas hold your post
All my b_tches wylin with me
Let's see who rocks the most
[Chorus:]
All my n_ggas (What what)
We coming through (What what)
Repping for my n_ggas 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 coming through (What what)
Repping for my b_tches and my n_ggas too (What what)
Bounce and shake your ass out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some sh_t
That will make all y'all just pass out
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