Comin' to Getcha

The Boss, you suckers I'm comin' to getcha (Yeah) Tonight when you sleep creepin' steady but quick I'm here to tell 'em that B ain't no petty bitch You run up, you're gettin' stuck what was goin' through your mind When you thought over Boss, you could ever fuck? (You could ever fuck) So nut up, whassup is I'ma drop fat gun blast In the gash in that ass if I find 'em I got 'em Takin' cover from the killin' and body bags is The only motherfuckin' thang I'm fillin' (Yea) The spunk villain kill forty ounce by the neck And it's kept on a ninety degree tilt For me and my, diggy D O G's, doin' dirt with ease Shoulda got with that, niggaz can't fuck wit deez (Can't fuck wit deez) Bitches straight pimpin' ain't no simps, and so the gang ain't simpin' It's a bitch thang and step to this one how I figure From six feet deep you push daisies nd that ain't no maybe, nigga So step in my set and get yo' ass fucked up When I hitcha (How you comin'?) I'm comin' to getcha Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Yo, she's comin' to get ya Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Yo, she's comin' to get ya, kick it There they go down the block, got the glock cocked Here we come straight rollin' in from the streets Of the boondocks, lettin' mo' than 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' misfits Out on that other shit, goin' all out and doin' much dirt on the killin' tip (Much dirt) So save the rest for the next nigga I was born to start trouble so they labelled me a gravedigger And if the five-oh step, that's when I blast another Twenty question askin' punk cop motherfucker (Yeah) Don't make your 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 Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Yo, she's comin' to get ya Now check one two, E caught the flu Funky with the style, some say I'm buckwild But step off and check out the Boss You suckers and crab motherfuckers (Yo, she's comin' to getcha) See, most bitches don't fit In the category of a criminal gettin' paid (Yeah) Where comin' up is manditory 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' a knot fo' a knot, throwin' heavy hits Then you wonder why it's yo' 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 sense, pump 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 throwin' for bullshit That must mean on some night I'll take yo' ass out with just one shot So when you duck from the bullets I won't give a fuck You shoulda died before they hitcha I'm comin' to getcha Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Yo, she's comin' to get ya Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha Yo, she's comin' to get ya