We Be Comin'
Label: Black Toast Records
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
We Be Comin'
WE BE COMIN'
Game's over when we creep up on ya
We known from BK back to California
We into body baggin' when we ride
No need to talk about it you decide
It's a quarter to six and in the mornin' you still here
We up in ya mix
I done had it
It don't matter what the reason
I don't care what you say
The day we meet again I'll blow your ass away
Two guns to spit a tickin' time bomb
A crew of killas, Loc'd
Patrol like we in Vietnam
Rabid pits, we won't quit- sick
Get the word we headed to yo hood you better ring the alarm
Dog we ain't we playin'
We peel caps for kicks
Smash you whole clique you trip so don't slip
Send 'em on a mission just because you wouldn't listen
You'll be floatin' down the river wit' ya vitals missin'
We be comin'
You better watch your back
It don't matter where you at
Cause when I see you it's on
I know about you dog, you think you sneakin'
You cross the line, it's on, we'll leave you leakin'
And all dat posturin' I know you shook
Claim you a gangsta, dog I wrote the book
Sooner or later get ta realizin'
When we on da hunt there ain't no comprimisin'
Yall it? What when you all hit!!
For livin' lifes a' sin
You've seen ya end if
We cut off supplies encircle yo camp
Women and children is screamin' and yo shirts is damp
Clear the arena when the bangas start to clap
Yesterday you tried ta smile
Wanna give me some dap, PLEASE!!
We own these streets you livin' on a lease
Time to take you to the vet and let you rest in peace
Don't you know, you messin' wit tha #1 gunnas
Ya days are numbered baby boy
There's no where to run cause...