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[Erick Sermon] The Bo$$, you suckers!
[Verse 1: Bo$$] I'm comin' to getcha (yea) Tonight when you sleep creeping steady but quick I'm here to tell 'em, that B ain't no petty bitch You run up, you're getting stuck - what was going through your mind When you thought, over Bo$$, you could ever fuck? (you could EVER fuck) So nut up, what's up is I'ma drop fat gun blast In the gash in that ass if I find 'em I got 'em Taking cover from the killin' And body bags is the only motherfucking thing I'm fillin' (yea) The spunk villain kill forty ounce by the neck And it's kept on a ninety degree tilt For me and my, diggy D-O-G's, doing dirt with ease Should've got with that, niggas can't fuck wit deez (can't fuck wit deez) Bitches straight pimpin' Ain't no simps, and so the gang ain't simpin, it's a bitch thang And step to this one how I figure From six feet deep you push daisies and that ain't no maybe, nigga So step in my set and get yo' ass fucked up when I hitcha [How you comin'?] I'm comin' to getcha
[Chorus: Bo$$ & (Erick Sermon)] Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha (Yo, she's come to get ya, uh) Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha (Yo, she's come to get ya, kick it)
[Verse 2: Bo$$] There they go, down the block, got the Glock cocked, here we come Straight rolling in from the streets of the boondocks Letting mo' than just a little go Gunning punks down - then bailing back to the vehicle Then that's when heads start swelling You ain't been told; somebody better fucking tell 'em Bout the motherfucking misfits, out on that other shit Going all out, and doing much dirt on the killing tip (much dirt) So save the rest for the next nigga I was born to start trouble so they labelled me a gravedigger And if the five-oh step, that's when I blast another Twenty question asking punk cop motherfucker (yeah) Don't make your move before you think And fuck the judge, the jury and the god damn precinct So you can see the total picture Watch your back cause the fact is that Bo$$ is like comin' to getcha
[Chorus] Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha
[Erick Sermon] Now check one two, E caught the flu Funky with the style, some say I'm buck-wild But step off and check out the Bo$$ You suckers and crab motherfuckers! Yo, she's comin' to getcha
[Verse 3: Bo$$] See most bitches don't fit In the category of a criminal getting paid (yeah) Where coming up is mandatory Where nothing's falling but the motherfucking rain And nothing's changed but the weather Cause life in the ghetto still ain't getting no better I'm taking a knot for a knot, throwing 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 homey cap peeled if you play homeys Never stay homeys long anyway, fuck it See some be throwing 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 fuck You should've died before they hitcha, I'm comin to getcha
[Chorus] Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha Running and running and gunning and comin' to getcha
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