Teflon - Comin at Cha lyrics

[Intro] Uh Yeah! Primo Big money cow My man Pos M.O.P First Family Ya know I'm go Street sh** Yo! [Verse 1] Open your eyes b**h The hardest thing to accomplish is convincing the world I didn't exist (HOLY sh*t!!!) Drama, blazing a 4.5 blama raised to uphold my honor Who don't respect me? d**h be the b-k black Joe Pesci Words to 3 ways to dead beat n***as got beef, to break some I convert the whole concrete jungle in a animal kingdom sh** the way I figure it You only being called a Ruff Ryder Cause you'll be all over motherf**ers dick You motherf**ing coward You ain't got sense enough to realize the n***as I Browns with Blow holes in your houses Go ahead and put ya foot in ya mouth sh** gets down and dirty I starts sh**ting n***as with hoods in ya house And I'mma be the last man standing on the block poppin of a mad-a** cannon b**h we on the planet [Hook scratched] (We comin' at cha) (k**ing 'em dead) (Whatever the cause of this) (I bring the pain) (We comin' at cha) (k**ing 'em dead) (Whatever the cause of this) [Verse 2] I got a good mind to smack you Back you down and clap you For real my sk**s the steel is factual I could do drop, duck and roll But when I hop pop a lot co*k buck and blow you got bust into God damn you I ain't got enough money to hire hitmen So I do my sh** manual I'm a hands-on n***a who don't mind gettin' my hands dirty It's hard work, but my squad is worthy And when we get it we gonna keep it In this game we the best kept secret And double n***as is the only n***as teph creep with You know how thugs do We block the block tryin avoid the avoid the cop Packin mags with muzzle And it really ain't a problem To let n***as get richer than we rob 'em And put 'em in a obituary column We real thugs with dangerous minds And a track record a mile long f** commiting a-hideous crime [Hook scratched 2x] [Verse 3] See I'm one of them heistmen In a car poppin mob-deep guns under the carseat Driving without a lisence f**ing with hoodrats n***as send me out of bounds somewhere uptown And wonder where the rest of my wolves at? Whoever I roam with, whether I'm alone sh** Just know I'm Brownsville bound whenever I get home-sick Whether alone or we creeped together We keep peeped tucked under the lever But to hold the streets forever! See I was hand picked The drawn steel would lock everything from the saw-mill to fair wind Motherf**er it's a raw deal New York is up for grant y'all I bust ya last nut off And ya about to get ya power shut off When the clock strikes 12 I'm a pop like 12 And the n***as on ya block might tell that they see ya Little n***a running down the street Dumpin the 3 time 3 millimeter Hollaring Free Mumia [Hook scratched 2x]