Lyrics: Eric St. John/Stephen Anderson
Music: Eric St. John/Stephen Anderson
You better run
When we coming at ya
Better get your gun
When we coming at ya
Who's coming at ya? The purse snatcher, so run faster
Better call your savior before I get the razor
And put it on your neighbor, then it's all over
The knife, give them a slice, no can of soda
All about the shooting and looting
Killing and the stabbing, what happened to make them stop rapping?
Gashes
Turn to ashes, then spread to masses
Only thing that's promised here is death and taxes
Who's bluffing? You running, them **** savage
Few cousins, two dozen, now he a bastard
Dude fussing, crew coming, this shit is tragic
Shoot something, stuff dude right in the casket
They hiding, so **** driving, so we riding
Aim for the head, then break a leg, Joe Theismann
You better call the church or a pastor
Death comes to all when we coming at ya
You better run
When we coming at ya
Better get your gun
When we coming at ya
Who's coming at ya? It's easy to do a **** greasy
Like momma's fried chicken, so don't play a victim
A gangster, believe me, don't care about the needy
When liquors in the system, somebody's gone missing
I'm at ya
Don't try to play, I'll wait and catch them after
AK spray, goddamn I did it faster
Don't want smoke, you a ghost just like you're casper
I'll blast you this scene is a disaster
Can't copy my posse, I'm ready for the war
Shotty to his body, now you laying on the floor
Sloppy in the lobby just to even up the score
John Gotti with the Tommy, so I give a **** more
Spraying, now you see him laying on the ground
Praying, EMS is waiting for a sound
You better call the church or a pastor
Death comes to all when we coming at ya
You better run
When we coming at ya
Better get your gun
When we coming at ya
You better run
When we coming at ya
Better get your gun
When we coming at ya