Busta Rhymes - We Comin' Through Lyrics

Writer(s) : RHYMES, BUSTA / SPIVEY, GEORGE
Artist: Busta Rhymes Lyrics
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Album: Track 16 on Anarchy
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Yeah
Serious now
Serious

All my *****s
One two
Line up and
Come through
I got **** for all of you to wild out and
Dumb to
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
This **** is the jerk
So run your jewels and your ones too
All my *****es
What what
I like your whole strut
Bounce and hold your *** out
Make it open and close shut
Watch me bust a whole nut
Right over your whole butt
Slice you down with the ****
Just like you was a cold cut
Oh ****
Now watch me dig all in your whole gut
Stuff it like a roast duck
****ing packing a toast
What what
What about you slapping the **** up out ya
Flipmode
We them *****s
And I'ma always shout ya
See how we high rollers
Smoking till we high zoning
*****s on the corner
Clutter the streets in the nights roaming
Now see how we got you open
My *****s hold your post
*****es if your riding with me
Let's see who rocks the most

[Chorus]
All my *****s (what what)
We coming through (what what)
Repping for my *****s and my *****es too (what what)
Back and bust your gun too
Nowhere to run to
Black out in the truck
Until there's no club to come to
All my *****es (what what)
We coming through (what what)
Repping for my *****es and my *****s too (what what)
Bounce and shake your *** out
Break fool and black out
Hit you with some ****
That will make all y'all just pass out

Know I keep that hot ****
**** up your block ****
Have y'all *****s stupid
On some straight **** your glock ****
Everytime we drop ****
There's no way to stop ****
Bust y'all *****s ***
Then like to sit back and pop ****
Yo we bout to lace y'all
Deface the place y'all
With **** that feel just like
A ****ing foot in your face y'all
Is you with me?
(hell yeah!)
Before I hit y'all
Flipmode be the *****s
That will be sure to split y'all
We will never quit y'all
We won't permit y'all
Whack *****s to come inside
Like they be the **** y'all
**** that!
Yeah you know we blaze
And we wreck shop
Put it down for live *****s
While we watch the next fly
All my *****s pass through
Before we blast you
This **** so real
I don't have no need to gash you
We will never calm down
We won't put the bombs down
Rep for all my *****s
And we won't put the arms down
(yeah you know we keep it coming)
Yo people is good for nothing
(ay yo!)
Hot to death with **** that always keep you jumping
And rush the dance hall
Until all they *** fall
I make you other corny *****s
Get off the damn wall
And then we bless y'all
With the currently fresh y'all
And hit y'all *****s with flavor
Nothing less than the best y'all
Now we see how we got you open
My *****s hold your post
All my *****es wylin with me
Let's see who rocks the most

[Chorus]


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