DJ Clue?, Freeway, Beanie Sigel - Coming For You lyrics
Freeway [Philly Freezer]
[DJ Clue?, Freeway, Beanie Sigel - Coming For You lyrics]
New Beanie Sigel! Freeway!
1, 2 - Sigel comin for you
3, 4 - I'm bout to kick in your door
5, 6 - Man I want those bricks
7, 8 - You gon' give up dat weight
9, 10 - I'll put the Glock to ya chin
11, 12 - Man I'll see you in hell
I handle tools like hammers and ratchets
Gats wit metal attachments
How you want it metal or plastic
Disrespect your fam bastard
Close your casket
Then I give 'em a can of hold your ashes
Visions of the killer for we rose a passin
True killer, true thug, never show no passion
Hit your rug, hit your ceiling
If I know if you stashin
Wrong, nigga the rug
Nigga know who you passin
Fresh year from rammin off the
Zany's fours and perks
Keep the semi handy jammin you
For war or work
Niggas like the border goin bizurk
On the roof bangin dat swat
Lettin off shots and spurts
Dey tryin to trap me in the back of the yard
Man I'm lettin every cat fall hittin
From the cap to the sarge
Can't see me back in the yard
Two wacks back to the wall
Use the two gat stash pack in the wall
Picture Mac liftin up racks in the yard
I had a block shiftin up knocking
Off racks by the yard
The dope from dem dudes, smokeless confused
Shit they ain't know if they want
A crack or the saw switch they life
Straight from the pipe to the straw
Coke in they vein
What you want the dope or the cane
I open the game, to sniffin the D, X to the Z
Hot shit from B-Sig consecutively
1, 2 - Freeway's comin for yo' ass
3, 4 - You better watch yo' stash
5, 6 - Have you duckin from dem clips
7, 8 - Fuck it I can't wait
Y'all niggas crazy think Free
Won't draw the lev'
Prefer the nine but I got
The four four instead
I move dymes who your dyme
Get your whore in bed
Tell that triflin bitch I want more than head
Free might spark at ya clip
Take more than bread
Guns and bricks while young
Bulls hug the block dey love the strip
Help 'em get chains and watches
Guns and kicks, Freeway my name is priceless
Flow is sick and remember if you lie on Free
Lie in the lake
While your bitch lies on Free
She ride on the snake and
My whip over her key we ride in the jakes
Empty clips hop on Amtrak
Out of the state, broody shit
You and yo man, right outta ya case
Hold dis clip blow your brain
Right outta ya face
Flow legendary, hotter than Mase
Dude Free never where we outta the case
Roc-A-Fella pop criss til we outta the case
Form the hood nigga Nikes, Delts
And 'Lo Sport hood niggas just like me
Belted and blow court
Hood chickens just bite me
Well and blow squad
I was 16, 12, 000 wit no job
And I skipped school
Gripped a bitch wit no ride
See the crack smoked leave
Bitch wit no thighs, no tit's
Rob hustlers wit no clips, no guns
Left niggas wit no chips
And the flow runs like the Mississippi River
And your ho comes
Ya bitch hear me when I whisper
Silence all guns hit 'em
Fo-fo-fo-fo-for dey hit ya
If we comin for you than
Nigga we gonna get ya
1, 2 - Sigel comin for you
3, 4 - I'm bout to kick in your door
5, 6 - Man I want those bricks
7, 8 - You gon' give up dat weight
9, 10 - I'll put the Glock to ya chin
11, 12 - Man I'll see you in hell
I handle tools like hammers and ratchets
Gats wit metal attachments
How you want it metal or plastic
Disrespect your fam bastard
Close your casket
Then I give 'em a can of hold your ashes
Visions of the killer for we rose a passin
True killer, true thug, never show no passion
Hit your rug, hit your ceiling
If I know if you stashin
Wrong, nigga the rug
Nigga know who you passin
Fresh year from rammin off the
Zany's fours and perks
Keep the semi handy jammin you
For war or work
Niggas like the border goin bizurk
On the roof bangin dat swat
Lettin off shots and spurts
Dey tryin to trap me in the back of the yard
Man I'm lettin every cat fall hittin
From the cap to the sarge
Can't see me back in the yard
Two wacks back to the wall
Use the two gat stash pack in the wall
Picture Mac liftin up racks in the yard
I had a block shiftin up knocking
Off racks by the yard
The dope from dem dudes, smokeless confused
Shit they ain't know if they want
A crack or the saw switch they life
Straight from the pipe to the straw
Coke in they vein
What you want the dope or the cane
I open the game, to sniffin the D, X to the Z
Hot shit from B-Sig consecutively
1, 2 - Freeway's comin for yo' ass
3, 4 - You better watch yo' stash
5, 6 - Have you duckin from dem clips
7, 8 - Fuck it I can't wait
Y'all niggas crazy think Free
Won't draw the lev'
Prefer the nine but I got
The four four instead
I move dymes who your dyme
Get your whore in bed
Tell that triflin bitch I want more than head
Free might spark at ya clip
Take more than bread
Guns and bricks while young
Bulls hug the block dey love the strip
Help 'em get chains and watches
Guns and kicks, Freeway my name is priceless
Flow is sick and remember if you lie on Free
Lie in the lake
While your bitch lies on Free
She ride on the snake and
My whip over her key we ride in the jakes
Empty clips hop on Amtrak
Out of the state, broody shit
You and yo man, right outta ya case
Hold dis clip blow your brain
Right outta ya face
Flow legendary, hotter than Mase
Dude Free never where we outta the case
Roc-A-Fella pop criss til we outta the case
Form the hood nigga Nikes, Delts
And 'Lo Sport hood niggas just like me
Belted and blow court
Hood chickens just bite me
Well and blow squad
I was 16, 12, 000 wit no job
And I skipped school
Gripped a bitch wit no ride
See the crack smoked leave
Bitch wit no thighs, no tit's
Rob hustlers wit no clips, no guns
Left niggas wit no chips
And the flow runs like the Mississippi River
And your ho comes
Ya bitch hear me when I whisper
Silence all guns hit 'em
Fo-fo-fo-fo-for dey hit ya
If we comin for you than
Nigga we gonna get ya