Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Comin' For Ya, artist - DMX. Date of issue: 20.12.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Comin' For Ya |
| Hey Mimi |
| Word? |
| Get em boy. |
| get em boy! |
| Get em boy! |
| Get em boy! |
| Boyyyyyyy! |
| (There's nothin you can do… *repeats in background*) |
| Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) |
| X is comin’for ya, can’t do nothin for ya Cause X is comin’for ya Run, hide, duck, duck |
| We don’t give a fuck, fuck |
| Look in the mirror (uh) say my name five times |
| Turn out the lights (WHAT?) then I done crooked nine lives |
| Don’t get scared now nigga, finish it cause you started it Watch shit grow out of control, now you want no part of it (c'mon) |
| Nigga, where yo’heart at? |
| Tell me what you made of Already lost a stripe cause I know what you afraid of We both know you pussy, but I ain’t gonna say nuttin |
| Just hit a nigga off, and you can stay frontin (uhh) |
| I gotcha back for now, till I cased the joint (what?) |
| Plus, give the Feds a real good place to point (what?) |
| and laced the joint, I ain’t gonna front I had my hands full |
| Glad to be alive, but you like, that’s that bull (grrrrr) |
| But now you know, what you get, when you fuckin wit |
| cause you shoulda left alone, now you stuck in shit |
| Duckin shit, til that headpiece gets BLAZED |
| Screamin this, ahh, cease to the grave |
| Its over, at least for you it is It don’t think the coroner, to see how true it is |
| I knew these kid, but did that stop me from gettin em, screamin |
| IT WAS ALL FOR THE MONEY, while I’m hittin and splittin him down |
| from his nose to his nuts (what?) |
| Fire department comin, put the hose to his guts (what?) |
| Washed away, just like dirt when it rains (uh) |
| And now because of you, I hurt when it rains (grrrrr) |
| My real name is Damien and my girl’s name is Carrie |
| That Poltergeist bitch is hot, but too young to marry |
| That nigga Satan be fakin mad jacks so I taxed his ass |
| Every chance I get, is just another hit (uh, uh, uh, what?) |
| Another nigga split; |
| there go white meat — another nigga |
| takin up room in the morgue under a white sheet (c'mon) |
| That’s what you get for tryin to take it there (uhh) |
| But with this Desert Eagle in your mouth |
| you cryin bout let’s make it fair (uhh) |
| Sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a little smarter (uh-huh) |
| When I think the rain will stop, it only starts to rain harder (uh-huh) |
| Part of the game is niggaz wanna become fam-ous |
| and doin the same shit I do, remain nameless (uh, uh, uh, uh) |
| I want house money, Jag money (what?) so I gots ta bag money |
| I ain’t laughin, but yo it’s mad funny (c'mon) |
| I used to talk about that shit you got |
| but you ain’t never got that shit when that shit get hot! |
| Runnin up in the spot with, two niggaz from Israel |
| Cause it is-real, you did squeal, now how you think yo’kids feel? |
| knowin you died a snitch, I look in yo’eyes and see a bitch |
| Wasn’t surprised to see a switch (c'mon) |
| Let’s make it quick, I got a flight at 6 goin to Pakistan |
| So let this nigga know, I know he pussy, I’ma smack his man (uhh) |
| Fuckin Willie niggas and silly niggaz |
| I’d rather be eatin of a plate |
| with all them Baltimore and Philly niggaz (WHAT?) |
| Cause I done took about as much I can stand |
| A nigga smilin in my face like they my motherfuckin man |
| Aiyyo, it gets a lot worse, cause there’s a curse (WHAT?) |
| that says, the reward for bein real, is a hearse |
| before you turn thirty, cause the dirty shit you did (uhh) |
| catches up and get you right when you thought you slid |
| It’s gettin dark, and with the cold to the heart |
| You realize, you ain’t gonna see your shorty |
| old enough to walk, for real |