Erick Sermon - Comin' to Getcha lyrics

[Erick Sermon] The Bo$$, you s**ers! [Verse 1: Bo$$] I'm comin' to getcha (yea) Tonight when you sleep creeping steady but quick I'm here to tell 'em, that B ain't no petty b**h You run up, you're getting stuck - what was going through your mind When you thought, over Bo$$, you could ever f**? (you could EVER f**) So nut up, what's up is I'ma drop fat gun blast In the gash in that a** if I find 'em I got 'em Taking cover from the k**in' And body bags is the only motherf**ing thing I'm fillin' (yea) The spunk villain k** forty ounce by the neck And it's kept on a ninety degree tilt For me and my, diggy D-O-G's, doing dirt with ease Should've got with that, n***as can't f** wit deez (can't f** wit deez) b**hes straight pimpin' Ain't no simps, and so the gang ain't simpin, it's a b**h thang And step to this one how I figure From six feet deep you push daisies and that ain't no maybe, n***a So step in my set and get yo' a** f**ed up when I hitcha [How you comin'?] I'm comin' to getcha [Chorus: Bo$$ & (Erick Sermon)] Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha (Yo, she's come to get ya, uh) Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha (Yo, she's come to get ya, kick it) [Verse 2: Bo$$] There they go, down the block, got the Glock co*ked, here we come Straight rolling in from the streets of the boondocks Letting mo' than just a little go Gunning punks down - then bailing back to the vehicle Then that's when heads start swelling You ain't been told; somebody better f**ing tell 'em Bout the motherf**ing misfits, out on that other sh** Going all out, and doing much dirt on the k**ing tip (much dirt) So save the rest for the next n***a I was born to start trouble so they labelled me a gravedigger And if the five-oh step, that's when I blast another Twenty question asking punk cop motherf**er (yeah) Don't make your move before you think And f** the judge, the jury and the god damn precinct So you can see the total picture Watch your back cause the fact is that Bo$$ is like comin' to getcha [Chorus] Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha [Erick Sermon] Now check one two, E caught the flu Funky with the style, some say I'm buck-wild But step off and check out the Bo$$ You s**ers and crab motherf**ers! Yo, she's comin' to getcha [Verse 3: Bo$$] See most b**hes don't fit In the category of a criminal getting paid (yeah) Where coming up is mandatory Where nothing's falling but the motherf**ing rain And nothing's changed but the weather Cause life in the ghetto still ain't getting no better I'm taking a knot for a knot, throwing heavy hits Then you wonder why it's yo' a** 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 b**h - without me in it I commence to make dollars and sense, pump lead Only evidence, another ditch another n***a dead If you a homey cap peeled if you play homeys Never stay homeys long anyway, f** it See some be throwing for bullsh**, that must mean on some night I'll take yo' a** out with just one shot So when you duck from the bullets I won't give a f** You should've died before they hitcha, I'm comin to getcha [Chorus] Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha