Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song This Is What It Comes Too , by - Raekwon. Release date: 21.03.2017
Song language: English
This Is What It Comes Too |
| Get the fuck up out the spot nigga |
| Burn that nigga feet up man |
| This nigga in here man |
| Fuck this nigga doin' b |
| Fat kid get washed off by fiends you wild ass |
| Get this motherfuckin' giraffe ass nigga outta here man |
| Sheep skin socks ass nigga right here b |
| What the hell is goin' on man? |
| Light that nigga feet up son, c’mon man |
| I done blacked out, no man is safe, ya' crew is cornered |
| Why did you think you could step over me? |
| I’m too enormous, plus I heard you an informant |
| Call Bruce tell em' roll out the plastic |
| I’m about to catch a body on this |
| No threat, khazer, I don’t make those |
| Soak my bullets in cyanide |
| So when they touch ya' that’s a case closed |
| Dime pieces I bag 'em, follow this pen scroll |
| Hoes, I don’t chase those, too much drama wit' em' |
| That alone I don’t have time for, I’m raw, fuck a bitch feelings |
| I’m on some old goldie shit chillin' |
| Business man baby, stay producin' them dollar signs |
| Line for line I’m dope, don’t mix me with Quinine |
| When the spike hit em' they flat line, period |
| One word to describe my grind, son, I’m serious |
| Shank doctor with choppers, rainin' on ya militants |
| Guns drawn, blowing out ya back ain’t concealin' shit |
| This what it comes to, wild’n like a western |
| Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on |
| And ya weapon is oiled and don’t jam, but if it do |
| Leave ya through when it’s time for that warfare |
| I’m nice, targets get hit whenever I squeeze |
| Don status, get my dick sucked whenever I please |
| Above the law break, beat cases, don’t cop pleas |
| I buy my cars |
| Bet y’all niggas whips be leased |
| I’m a wolf off the loose, somebody find his leash |
| I’m a star, you a Starburst sweeter than fruit |
| No kind a background, claimed killer, then who did you shoot? |
| Must’ve imagined that, with your far-fetched raps |
| Shit is real over here, til' we blast on Satan |
| Take trips in and out a the country |
| Turn dark clouds to sunny, I’m livin' good, my paper got me comfy |
| You in the hood talkin' bout you wanna war with me |
| I get your projects shot down while your land lord sleep |
| Now you in too deep, no turning back from your actions |
| You a killer then show me, if not, then meet my savages |
| The general, I’ll have my goons tear up your establishment |
| This what it comes to, wild’n like a western |
| Down in this concrete jungle, homie, hope you got ya vest on |
| And ya weapon is oiled and don’t jam, but if it do |
| Leave ya through when it’s time for that warfare |