The Boss, you suckers
I'm comin' to getcha
(Yeah)
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 Boss, 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 nd 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
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Yo, she's comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Yo, she's comin' to get ya, kick it
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 goddamn precinct
So you can see the total picture
Watch your back 'cause the fact is that
Boss is like comin' to get
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Yo, she's comin' to get ya
Now check one two, E caught the flu
Funky with the style, some say I'm buckwild
But step off and check out the Boss
You suckers and crab motherfuckers
(Yo, she's comin' to getcha)
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
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Yo, she's comin' to get ya
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Runnin' and runnin' and gunnin' and comin' to getcha
Yo, she's comin' to get ya
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