Comin' After You

Comin' After You Lyrics

[mc ren]
In case you didn't know my flows grows for sure
I'm makin sure you niggaz don't try me no mo'
Weak sh*t you talkin and I'm surprised it's sellin
Ruthless self niggaz full of felon's who the f**k you tellin
Braggin bout money where that sh*t be at
After videos all that sh*t we never see that
b**ches with big asses blunts and big cars
Shot callin niggaz p**sy drunk in them tittie bars
Ren assasinatin, all of these
Wack ass rappin niggaz that say they sellin keys
And f**kin hoes and smokin a million blunts a day
Shooting a hundred niggaz and saying he walked away without a scratch
Some rambo sh*t side a head
Livin with yo' mama talkin bout a hundred grand
Nigga please, who the f**k you think you talkin to
Real niggaz comin after you, we after you

[chorus 2x]
You fake ass ballers who we talkin to
(we comin) lyin on records bout what you do
(we comin) the sh*t y'all doin is played out and through
(we comin) you come with that sh*t we come after you
[ice cube]
It's the don daddy with the villain, who you killin
Oh we hate em, come verbatim with this cap peelin
Top billin, make a million
Paparazzi, chase us through the tunnel in the maserati
Now they got me on hard copy didn't have to shoot versace
Yet you still wanna watch me
Motherf**kers wait they whole f**kin life and aday
Hopin that we can reunite n.w.a.
All purpose, try to serve us, gettin nervous, mo' murders
sh*t can just turn into the service
Standin over the carcass
You look like the kind of nigga that'd press charges
We the largest, we the biggest, we the niggaz, with the attitudes
Wee longitude you latitude, have some gratitude
To the niggaz that started this sh*t
Been around forever b**ch, we smart at this sh*t
Don mega.. mc ren.. ren, ren!

[chorus]

[mc ren]
I make the planet groove nigga mo' than bet
Yo' b**ch tied up phoning home like e.t.
So kick in that fifty grand
Before you find body parts nigga in japan
A motherf**kin lyricist nigga top cop
I'm makin hits with yo b**ch ass talkin bout
That same old shoot em out I'm smokin fifty blunts
That's why yo' sh*t ain't comin out for like fifty months
Ain't nobody tryin to hear your nigga outdated
Your wack ass quit tellin niggaz that you made it
I'm never faded like a ghost villain disappear
Buy some sh*t to resurrect my dick the next year
Ninety eight ninety nine to the earthquake
How much garbage these mothef**kers go and make
You better shake, f**k that here I come strong
Best believe ren will rock the sh*t all night long
(best believe) we out

[chorus] - 2x