Coming For You (Feat. Beanie Sigel & Freeway)

f/ Beanie Sigel, Freeway
 [DJ Clue] New Beanie Sigel! Freeway!
 [Beanie] Don't get scurred
 [DJ Clue] Fat shout, Beat Street
 [Chorus 1: Beanie]
 1, 2 - Sigel comin for you
 3, 4 - I'm bout to kick in your door
 5, 6 - Man I want those bricks
 7, 8 - You gon' give up dat weight
 9, 10 - I'll put the glock to ya chin
 11, 12 - Man I'll see you in hell
 [Verse 1: Beanie]
 I handle tools like hammers and wratches
 Gats wit metal attachments, how you want it metal or plastic
 Disrespect your fam bastard, close your casket
 Then I give 'em a can of hold your ashes
 Visions of the killer for we rose a passin
 True killer, true thug, never show no passion
 Hit your rug, hit your ceiling, if I know if you stashin
 Wrong, nigga the rug, nigga know who you passin
 Fresh year from rammin off the zany's fours and perks
 Keep the semi handy jammin you for war or work
 Niggas like the border goin bizurk
 On the roof bangin dat swat, lettin off shots and spurts
 Dey tryin to trap me in the back of the yard
 Man I'm lettin every cat fall hittin from the cap to the sarge
 Can't see me back in the yard, two wacks back to the wall
 Use the two gat stash pack in the wall
 Picture Mac liftin up racks in the yard
 I had a block shiftin up knocking off racks by the yard
 The dope from dem dudes, smokeless confused, shit
 They ain't know if they want a crack or the saw
 Switch they life, straight from the pipe to the straw
 Coke in they vein, what you want the dope or the cane
 I open the game, to sniffin the D, X to the Z
 Hot shit from B-Sig consecutively
 [Chorus 2: Freeway]
 1, 2 - Freeway's comin for yo' ass
 3, 4 - You better watch yo' stash
 5, 6 - Have you duckin from dem clips
 7, 8 - Fuck it I can't wait
 [Verse 2: Freeway]
 Y'all niggas crazy think Free won't draw the lev'
 Prefer the nine but I got the four four instead
 I move dymes who your dyme get your whore in bed
 Tell that triflin bitch I want more than head
 Free might spark at ya clip take more than bread
 Guns and bricks while young bulls hug the block
 Dey love the strip, help 'em get chains and watches
 Guns and kicks, Freeway my name is priceless, flow is sick,
 And remember if you lie on Free
 Lie in the lake, while your bitch lies on Free
 She ride on the snake and my whip over her key
 We ride in the jakes, empty clips hop on Amtrak
 Out of the state, broody shit, you and yo man, right outta ya case
 Hold dis clip blow your brain right outta ya face
 Flow legendary, hotter than Mase
 Dude Free never where we outta the case
 Roc-A-Fella pop criss til we outta the case
 Form the hood nigga Nikes, Delts, and 'Lo Sport
 Hood niggas just like me, belted and blow court
 Hood chickens just bite me well and blow squad
 I was 16, 12, 000 wit no job
 And I skipped school, gripped a bitch wit no ride
 See the crack smoked leave bitch wit no thighs, no tits
 Rob hustlers wit no clips, no guns, left niggas wit no chips
 And the flow runs like the Mississippi River
 And your hoe comes, ya bitch hear me when I whisper
 Silence all guns hit 'em fo-fo-fo-fo-for dey hit ya
 If we comin for you than nigga we gonna get ya
 [Chorus 1]
 [Chorus 2]