Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Im Coming , by - Beanie Sigel. Release date: 06.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Im Coming |
| Philadelphia |
| I dedicate to you this song |
| (Olympick) |
| Fuck it I’m coming |
| Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uhm-hmm |
| Somebody got to die |
| Either this guy or this guy |
| Either way somebody mama throwing a fish fry |
| Bigger the beef, bigger the clip size |
| Home Depot trips, duct tapes, zip ties |
| Was gonna leave it dead, let shit slide |
| But niggas pushing my fuck-it button |
| I gotta fuck up something |
| I’m thinking churches and hearses |
| ER trips, IV drips, and nurses, uh |
| Homicides for purchase but I think I might work this |
| Cash that check myself though |
| Vest with the velcro |
| Clip from the wrist to the elbow |
| Draco small but the drum can’t fit in the belt though |
| Trench coat still can’t tell though |
| It is what it is but we ain’t gon' dwell though |
| If shit hit the fan cause, just don’t tell though |
| I respect what he’s done. |
| New overthrows the old, it’s natural |
| Ambulance screaming up the block |
| Shots so loud can barely hear 'em screaming «stop» |
| Vaguely hear somebody screaming «cops» |
| Spray the family while they grieving at his plot |
| On target till I off it |
| You want me off your head? |
| Where that bread, nigga cough it |
| Issue me a ticket or I’ll park it |
| Or I get you fitted for that coffin |
| Just when I thought I was out they pull me back in |
| Back on course with no remorse |
| Like the fat guy from Bed-Stuy kick in doors |
| Everybody getting on the floor |
| Everybody in this bitch get it but the whore |
| Bitch where that bag at? |
| Yeah, yeah I love them too but where that tab at |
| Somebody cashing out or I’m blasting out |
| Talking bout what? |
| Ain’t shit to ration out |
| You drew that line so I’m a cross it |
| Now lay in-between them lines when they chalk it |
| Catch you at the Clearport, extra cartridge |
| Ain’t no jets departing only death departing |
| Teterboro with the barrel exercise the plan |
| Understand you ain’t never too fly to land |
| How you goin' through your face and your feet? |
| Hogtied, broom in your ass, you in too deep |
| Fucking with the crypt keeper, grim reaper |
| You just a tweeter, I’m the knock in the Devil’s speaker |
| Stop, this bigger than Omeeka |
| I wanted you and ITY, Latifah |
| Switch this horror flick, double feature |
| Gee, what niggas do for money, my brother’s keeper |
| A sucker way out is to steal him |
| Face said look him in his eyes 'fore you kill him |
| Nigga you weak for real |
| You did that for Meek? |
| You shoulda did it for Mills |
| Bitch you should of did it for real |
| Got niggas checking under cars 'fore they get in their wheels |
| Before I check you up to God, better get in your will |
| You niggas better pick a side 'fore I get in the field |
| Ain’t gon' have no pics when I’m blicking the steel |
| Everybody getting fired when I’m clicking the drill |
| Uh-huh, Poppa gave out warnings, not me |
| Just another body for mama to ID |
| You could play a game but not me |
| All shells, no stripes, Y3 |
| Heart cross your windpipe, cannot breathe |
| One cannot fight what one cannot see |
| Yeah and I be there when the smoke clear |
| Drown in your own blood, nigga soak there |
| I pluck you then rock him, I ain’t no joke yeah |
| Check out my felonies, check-check out my felonies |
| Sell your soul you say your ass what you telling me |
| Fuckin' faggots, pussies |
| Been doing this, fuckin' rookies |
| Crush your whole empire, Cookies |
| Why the fuck would you push me? |
| And no more Ruckus, I’m reckless |
| What you expected? |
| I’m coming |
| Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uhm-hmm |
| I’m coming, uhm |