Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Comin' To Getcha, artist - Boss. Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Song language: English
Comin' To Getcha |
| 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 Bo$$, you could ever fuck? |
| (you could EVER fuck) |
| So nut up, whassup is I’ma drop fat gun blast |
| in the gash in that ass if I find 'em I got 'em |
| Takin cover from the killin |
| And body bags is the only motherfuckin thang I’m fillin (yea) |
| The spunk villain kill forty ounce by the neck |
| and it’s kept on a ninety degree tilt |
| For me and my, diggy D-O-G's, doin dirt with ease |
| Shoulda got with that, niggaz can’t fuck wit deez (can't fuck wit deez) |
| Bitches straight pimpin |
| Ain’t no simps, and so the gang ain’t simpin, it’s a bitch thang |
| And step to this one how I figure |
| From six feet deep you push daisies and that ain’t no maybe, nigga |
| So step in my set and get yo’ass fucked up when I hitcha |
| I’m comin to getcha |
| Runnin and runnin and gunnin and comin to getcha (*3X*) |
| Yo, she’s come to get ya, uhh |
| Runnin and runnin and gunnin and comin to getcha (*3X*) |
| Yo, she’s come to get ya, kick it There they go, down the block, got the glock cocked, here we come |
| Straight rollin in from the streets of the boondocks |
| Lettin mo’than just a little go Gunnin punks down — then bailin back to the vehicle |
| Then that’s when heads start swellin |
| You ain’t been told; |
| somebody better fuckin tell 'em |
| bout the motherfuckin misfits, out on that other shit |
| Goin all out, and doin much dirt on the killin tip (much dirt) |
| So save the rest for the next nigga |
| I was born to start trouble so they labelled me a gravedigger |
| And if the five-oh step, that’s when I blast another |
| twenty question askin punk cop motherfucker (yeah) |
| Don’t make your move before you think |
| And fuck the judge, the jury and the god damn precinct |
| So you can see the total picture |
| Watch your back cause the fact is that Bo$$ is like comin to getcha |
| Now check one two, E caught the flu |
| Funky with the style, some say I’m buckwild |
| But step off and check out the Bo$$ |
| 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 |