Bo$$ - Comin' to Getcha Lyrics

f/ Erick Sermon

[E-Dub] The Bo$$, you suckers!

[Bo$$]
I'm comin to getcha (yea)
Tonight when you sleep creepin steady but quick
I'm here to tell 'em, that B ain't no petty bitch
You run up, you're gettin stuck - what was goin through your mind
when you thought, over Bo$$, you could ever f*ck? (you could EVER f*ck)
So nut up, whassup is I'ma drop fat gun blast
in the gash in that ass if I find 'em I got 'em
Takin cover from the killin
And body bags is the only motherf*ckin thang I'm fillin (yea)
The spunk villain kill forty ounce by the neck
and it's kept on a ninety degree tilt
For me and my, diggy D-O-G's, doin dirt with ease
Shoulda got with that, niggaz can't f*ck wit deez (can't f*ck wit deez)
Bitches straight pimpin
Ain't no simps, and so the gang ain't simpin, it's a bitch thang
And step to this one how I figure
From six feet deep you push daisies and that ain't no maybe, nigga
So step in my set and get yo' ass f*cked up when I hitcha
[How you comin?] I'm comin to getcha

[Chorus]
[Bo$$] Runnin and runnin and gunnin and comin to getcha (*3X*)
[EDub] Yo, she's come to get ya, uhh
[Bo$$] Runnin and runnin and gunnin and comin to getcha (*3X*)
[EDub] Yo, she's come to get ya, kick it

[Bo$$]
There they go, down the block, got the glock cocked, here we come
Straight rollin in from the streets of the boondocks
Lettin mo' than just a little go
Gunnin punks down - then bailin back to the vehicle
Then that's when heads start swellin
You ain't been told; somebody better f*ckin tell 'em
bout the motherf*ckin misfits, out on that other shit
Goin all out, and doin much dirt on the killin tip (much dirt)
So save the rest for the next nigga
I was born to start trouble so they labelled me a gravedigger
And if the five-oh step, that's when I blast another
twenty question askin punk cop motherf*cker (yeah)
Don't make your move before you think
And f*ck the judge, the jury and the god damn precinct
So you can see the total picture
Watch your back cause the fact is that Bo$$ is like comin to getcha

[Chorus] - 1/2

[E-Dub]
Now check one two, E caught the flu
Funky with the style, some say I'm buckwild
But step off and check out the Bo$$
you suckers and crab motherf*ckers!

Yo, she's comin to getcha

[Bo$$]
See most bitches don't fit
in the category of a criminal gettin paid (yeah)
where comin up is manditory
Where nothing's fallin but the motherf*ckin rain
And nothing's changed but the weather
Cause life in the ghetto still ain't gettin no better
I'm takin a knot fo' a knot, throwin heavy hits
Then you wonder why it's yo' ass 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 bitch - without me in it
I commence to make dollars and sense, pump lead
Only evidence, another ditch another nigga dead
If you a homie cap peeled if you play homies
never stay homies long anyway, f*ck it
See some be throwin for bullshit, that must mean on some night
I'll take yo' ass out with just one shot
So when you duck from the bullets I won't give a f*ck
You shoulda died before they hitcha, I'm comin to getcha

[Chorus]