BO$$

BO$$ - Comin' to Getcha lyrics

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(feat. Erick Sermon)

[E-Dub] The Bo$$, you suckers!

[Bo$$]

I'm comin to getcha (yea)

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

[How you comin?] I'm comin to getcha

[Chorus]

[Bo$$] Runnin and runnin and gunnin and comin to getcha [x3]

[EDub] Yo, she's come to get ya, uhh

[Bo$$] Runnin and runnin and gunnin and comin to getcha [x3]

[EDub] Yo, she's come to get ya, kick it

[Bo$$]

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

[Chorus 1/2]

[E-Dub]

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

[Bo$$]

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

[Chorus]

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