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bo$ - comin' to getcha lyrics

[erick sermon]
the bo$$, you suckers!

[verse 1: bo$$]
i’m comin’ to getcha (yea)
tonight when you sleep creeping steady but quick
i’m here to tell ’em, that b ain’t no petty b-tch
you run up, you’re getting stuck – what was going through your mind
when you thought, over bo$$, you could ever f-ck? (you could ever f-ck)
so nut up, what’s up is i’ma drop fat gun blast
in the gash in that -ss if i find ’em i got ’em
taking cover from the k!llin’
and body bags is the only motherf-cking thing i’m fillin’ (yea)
the sp-nk villain k!ll forty ounce by the neck
and it’s kept on a ninety degree tilt
for me and my, diggy d-o-g’s, doing dirt with ease
should’ve got with that, n-ggas can’t f-ck wit deez (can’t f-ck wit deez)
b-tches straight pimpin’
ain’t no simps, and so the gang ain’t simpin, it’s a b-tch thang
and step to this one how i figure
from six feet deep you push daisies and that ain’t no maybe, n-gga
so step in my set and get yo’ -ss f-cked up when i hitcha
[how you comin’?] i’m comin’ to getcha

[chorus: bo$$ & (erick sermon)]
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
(yo, she’s come to get ya, uh)
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
(yo, she’s come to get ya, kick it)

[verse 2: bo$$]
there they go, down the block, got the glock c-cked, here we come
straight rolling in from the streets of the boondocks
letting mo’ than just a little go
gunning punks down – then bailing back to the vehicle
then that’s when heads start swelling
you ain’t been told; somebody better f-cking tell ’em
bout the motherf-cking misfits, out on that other sh-t
going all out, and doing much dirt on the k!lling tip (much dirt)
so save the rest for the next n-gga
i was born to start trouble so they labelled me a gravedigger
and if the five-oh step, that’s when i blast another
twenty question asking punk cop motherf-cker (yeah)
don’t make your move before you think
and f-ck the judge, the jury and the god d-mn precinct
so you can see the total picture
watch your back cause the fact is that bo$$ is like comin’ to getcha

[chorus]
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha

[erick sermon]
now check one two, e caught the flu
funky with the style, some say i’m buck-wild
but step off and check out the bo$$
you suckers and crab motherf-ckers!
yo, she’s comin’ to getcha

[verse 3: bo$$]
see most b-tches don’t fit
in the category of a criminal getting paid (yeah)
where coming up is mandatory
where nothing’s falling but the motherf-cking rain
and nothing’s changed but the weather
cause life in the ghetto still ain’t getting no better
i’m taking a knot for a knot, throwing heavy hits
then you wonder why it’s yo’ -ss 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 b-tch – without me in it
i commence to make dollars and sense, pump lead
only evidence, another ditch another n-gga dead
if you a homey cap peeled if you play homeys
never stay homeys long anyway, f-ck it
see some be throwing for bullsh-t, that must mean on some night
i’ll take yo’ -ss out with just one shot
so when you duck from the bullets i won’t give a f-ck
you should’ve died before they hitcha, i’m comin to getcha

[chorus]
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha
running and running and gunning and comin’ to getcha

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