We Comin’ Through

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[Intro] Hehe, yeah, hehe Serious now (Hehe) Be serious (Hehehehe) [Verse 1] All my niggas (One, two!) Line up and (Come through!) I got shit for all of you to wild out and (Dumb to!) Back and bust your gun too, nowhere to run to This shit is the jerk So run your jewels and your ones too Hey, my bitches, (What, what?) I like your whole strut Bounce and hold yo' ass out Make it open and close shut Watch me bust a whole nut Right all over your whole butt Slice you down with the dick Just like you was a cold cut (Oh, fuck!) Now watch me dig all in your whole gut Stuff it like a roast duck Fuckin' packin' a toast (What?), so (What?) Nigga, what about you slappin' the shit up out ya Flipmode, we them niggas And I'ma always shout ya See how we high rollers Smokin' 'til we high zonin' Niggas on the corners Clutter the streets in the nights roamin' Now see how we got you open (Hah) My niggas hold your post (Huh) Bitches, if you ridin' with me (Hah) Let's see who rocks the most (Huh) [Chorus] All my niggas (What, what?) We comin' through (What, what?) Reppin' for my niggas and my bitches too (What, what?) Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to Black out in the truck until there's no club to come to All my bitches (What, what?) We comin' through (What, what?) Reppin' for my bitches and my niggas too (What, what?) Bounce and shake yo' (Ass out!) Break fool and (Black out!) Hit you with some shit that will make all y'all just (Pass out!) [Verse 2] Yo, I keep that hot shit (Shh-shh-shh) Fuck up your block shit (Shh-shh-shh) Have y'all niggas stupid On some straight cock your Glock shit (Blow!) Every time we drop shit (Huh) There's no way to stop shit (Huh) Bust y'all niggas ass Then like to sit back and pop shit (Huh) Yo, we bout to lace (Y'all!) Deface the place (Y'all!) With shit that feel just like A fuckin' foot in your face (Y'all!) Is you (Hah) with me? (Hell, yeah!) Before I hit y'all (Huh) Flipmode be them niggas That will be sure to split y'all (Huh!) We will never quit y'all (Hah) We won't permit y'all Whack niggas to come inside Like they be the shit y'all (Fuck that!) Yeah, y'all know we blaze And we wreck shop (Huh) Put it down for live niggas (Huh) While we watch the next fly All my niggas (Pass through!) Before we (Blast you!) This shit is so real (Huh, huh) I don't have no need to gash you (Huh) We will never calm down We won't put the bombs down (Hah) Rep for all my niggas And we won't put the arms down (Huh) (Yeah, y'all know we keep it comin') Yo' people is good for nothing (Ayo!) Hot to death with shit that always keep you jumpin' (Hah) And rush the dance hall Until all they ass fall I make you (Huh) other corny niggas Get off the damn wall (Hah) And then we bless y'all With the currently fresh y'all And hit y'all niggas with flavor Nothin' less than the best y'all Now see how we got you open (Huh) My niggas hold your post (Hah) All my bitches ridin' with me (Hah) Let's see who rocks the most (Huh) [Chorus] All my niggas (What, what?) We comin' through (What, what?) Reppin' for my niggas and my bitches too (What, what?) Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to Black out in the truck until there's no club to come to All my bitches (What, what?) We comin' through (What, what?) Reppin' for my bitches and my niggas too (What, what?) Bounce and shake yo' (Ass out!) Break fool and (Black out!) Hit you with some shit that will make all y'all just (Pass out!)
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Credits
- Writers
- Busta Rhymes
- DJ Scratch