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busta rhymes - we comin' through lyrics

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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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