[Introduction:]
This piece was constructed
For the cats who even had the audacity to think a derogatory thought about myself
I shall not wait, be patient, nor sit any longer
Here, Fly come
[Chorus]
Here I come n***a
(And I'm coming to get cha)
Nowhere to run n***a
(And I'm coming to get cha)
It won't be fun my n***a
(when I'm coming to get cha
Hoe I'm coming to get cha
b**h I'm coming to get cha)
You better run my n***a
(When I'm coming to get cha)
Go get your gun my n***a
(Cause I'm coming to get cha)
The deal is done my n***a
(And I'm coming to get cha
Hoe I'm coming to get cha
b**h I'm coming to get cha)
[Verse 1]
Here comes the mister b**h
And I'm coming to get cha
No more balls and chains
So hoe now I can get wit cha
First you cough
Next you cold n***a
Now all the way out
You sold n***a
You know what's funny to me
I know your a** remember
Every time we hit a spot
I was surprised when I'm
Always doin my job
Ae yo we mob
Minnie mae raised
THE UNIVERSAL HEARTHROB
I walk the walk
See I was born with it
A lot of talk, b**h
You was born scary
Shootin sh** more deadly
Than the lead that was in my belly
Nightmares on your street
Like I am Kruger Freddy
So grab your b**h and hold her tight like she your favorite teddy
I come through with the crew
And leave you real messy
Ae yo I tried my best to even deal wit cha
Now here I come to get cha
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
The tension I'm sending
Will leave a lemon heartbroken
You just a reject who's nonprofit and penny-loping
When up in soakin and floatin across the muddy river
Is where you be better off
Dont f** off wit me n***a!
How reluctant you be
To not come step to me
With all this hatin you doin
On my M 2 3
Act like you Do Not Know
About the Way We Roll
All those who oppose
Ms Minnie's Child of Gold
Sho nuff Fly gon buck
On every mic I clutch
No matter when or where
See Fly don't care too much
I just don't give a f**
Expect no mercy from me
Tuck your tail, hit the path
And start runnin sonny
Try and get away from me
But boy you know I'm coming
I comprehend what you sending
So Flizy coming, gunnin
And I'm not gunning around ya
I got plans on hitting ya
Matter of fact I'm splitting ya
When I come to get cha
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
You b**hes might not be ready
For the final round
co*ked aimed straight up loaded
And ready to put it down
Put some holes in you hoes
Like I am many rounds
Here I come
And you hate the way that Lil' Billy clowns
Knocking down your stack of bricks
Like Fly a steel ball
And more than 200 pounds
Will make a big fall
I say f** all y'all
And yo I mean this sh**
I'm bout to ball y'all
And flat foot run this b**h
Flat foot bump this b**h
Face first dump this b**h
Parkway stomp this b**h
Cause you a lounging b**h
Betcha Flizy won't miss
I beat cha hit by hit
Come get you some of this
But you don't want none of this
You'd rather smell like piss
Or either look like sh**
Or whine and cry big b**h
Or just ride my dick
Ae yo I tried my best to get my meals wit cha
Now here I come to get cha!!!
[Chorus]