Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Comin for Me, artist - Keak Da Sneak. Album song Headshotz, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.09.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mob Shop Ent, Sumo
Song language: English
Comin for Me |
I need to know where this guy is, and I need to know now! |
Yeah yeah |
Or I’m gonna rat you out |
Motherfuckin' one eight seven, yeah yeah |
For all the shit I know that you’ve done in your life! |
I’m going to turn you |
over! |
That’s all it is nigga |
Yeah, you know |
Hella heavy |
Yeah, I know they comin' for me |
I know they comin' for me (Watch it) |
Uh, bigga nigga |
Yo, you niggas duck cats around your face is |
Nothin' but duct tape |
I need much breaks so back off for yo' soul take place |
I’m frustratin' yo whole camp with sixteen bars |
You talk about how I fluctuate with fifteen cars |
I borrowed none, and far from y’all niggas don’t spittin' arson |
Flame, the game won’t change, let me explain |
From here to Kansas City (Okay) Jrzy to Miami |
You didn’t catch me with two tight bitches up at the grammys? |
Ask m how we livin' in Cali (How you live in Cali?) |
Is it really crazy? |
I tell 'em visit, or ride back to them |
The difference is it’s young guns, tutored of that A1 |
Playin' red rum on the run this ain’t no game blood |
I said blood, now you think I gang bang but I don’t |
I’m from the bay and we say what we want |
I got niggas in the O (Oakland) Niggas in the Sco (Frisco) |
Niggas in the Rich that’ll kill you and yo' bitch |
I done jumped bail, now the bounty hunters is comin' |
They know I’m runnin' but they bitch that bailed me out |
That took me under |
No use in frontin' it’s all about takin' the right routes |
Lookin' to the left they tryna check my every step |
I was out of breath like *panting* |
I was gon' die, runnin' from 'em like they tryna kill the AP.9 |
I was runnin' by surveillance, I’m so impatient |
I was right about your state nigga, the federal state |
The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot |
The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock |
The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch |
The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck |
The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot |
The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock |
The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch |
The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck |
Do the math nigga, we some pimps and sav niggas |
Act bad niggas, chin check jab niggas |
Who ain’t got the sense to put two and two together (What you stupid?) |
It ain’t just a t-shirt up under my leather |
You suckas make yo' feet work, motherfucka you better |
Your up outta here, clear up and you outta here |
Fuck all that ego trippin' that desert eagle spittin the real |
Like it was written, now listen to some shit you can feel |
Two mob niggas rappin' on a bay mob heater |
Thuggin' in the bay holdin' Peters |
Rollin' niggas controllin' bitches and countin' figgas |
Anything to make the paper bigger |
Who the hell do you think you are? |
I’ll have your ass hangin' from a flagpole in the mornin' |
I pray to god that if I ever had a grievance I’d have a little more respect |
The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot |
The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock |
The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch |
The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck |
The police comin' for me, (Five O, Five O Nigga) |
Here nigga hide up in the spot (Get up outta here cuzz) |
The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock |
The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch |
The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck |
__Blast my enemies, take over infinity |
double shots like a blast of Hennessy |
I’m ready to kill sum, fisk a minimal you couldn’t with it |
Say what? |
Quit kiddin' me |
___ take her virginity |
It’s the shit bags with my mac |
Lickin' shots to ya kidneys |
'Cause we are the world you better ask Whitney |
I’m a town nigga, think I’ma move? |
And can’t take my family with me? |
Industry rules got the odds against me |
They wanna come and get me |
'Cause I’ma spit it like sixteen bars |
Them baby sitter might like printed cigars |
I fuck wit' stars, actresses madresses |
Thangs take it to 'em flyin air my packages |
Through a man in the east coast connected with migo |
And every seven days, I’m coppin' ten of them kilo’s |
I want cream, droppin' hot albums like ery month |
Get independent money and still smokin' the |
The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot |
The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock |
The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch |
The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck |
The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot |
The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock |
The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch |
The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck |