DMX - Comin' For Ya Lyrics
Hey mimiWord? {*dogs barking*}Get em boy.. get em boy!Get em boy! get em boy! boyyyyyyy!(theres nothin you can do... *repeats in background*)Chorus: dmx (repeat 2x)X is comin for ya, cant do nothin for yaCause x is comin for yaRun, hide, duck, duckWe dont give a *****, *****[dmx]Look in the mirror (uh) say my name five timesTurn out the lights (what? ) then I done crooked nine livesDont get scared now nigga, finish it cause you started itWatch shit grow out of control, now you want no part of it (cmon)Nigga, where yo heart at? tell me what you made ofAlready lost a stripe cause I know what you afraid ofWe both know you *****, but I aint gonna say nuttinJust hit a nigga off, and you can stay frontin (uhh)I gotcha back for now, till I cased the joint (what? )Plus, give the feds a real good place to point (what? )And laced the joint, I aint gonna front I had my hands fullGlad to be alive, but you like, thats that bull (grrrrr)But now you know, what you get, when you *****in witCause you shoulda left alone, now you stuck in shitDuckin shit, til that headpiece gets blazedScreamin this, ahh, cease to the graveIts over, at least for you it isIt dont think the coroner, to see how true it isI knew these kid, but did that stop me from gettin em, screaminIt was all for the money, while Im hittin and splittin him downFrom his nose to his nuts (what? )Fire department comin, put the hose to his guts (what? )Washed away, just like dirt when it rains (uh)And now because of you, I hurt when it rains (grrrrr)Chorus[dmx]My real name is damien and my girls name is carrieThat poltergeist ***** is hot, but too young to marryThat nigga satan be fakin mad jacks so I taxed his assEvery chance I get, is just another hit (uh, uh, uh, what? )Another nigga split; there go white meat - another niggaTakin up room in the morgue under a white sheet (cmon)Thats what you get for tryin to take it there (uhh)But with this desert eagle in your mouthYou cryin bout lets make it fair (uhh)Sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a little smarter (uh-huh)When I think the rain will stop, it only starts to rain harder (uh-huh)Part of the game is niggaz wanna become fam-ousAnd doin the same shit I do, remain nameless (uh, uh, uh, uh)I want house money, jag money (what? ) so I gots ta bag moneyI aint laughin, but yo its mad funny (cmon)I used to talk about that shit you gotBut you aint never got that shit when that shit get hot!Runnin up in the spot with, two niggaz from israelCause it is-real, you did squeal, now how you think yo kids feel?Knowin you died a snitch, I look in yo eyes and see a *****Wasnt surprised to see a switch (cmon)Lets make it quick, I got a flight at 6 goin to pakistanSo let this nigga know, I know he *****, ima smack his man (uhh)*****in willie niggas and silly niggazId rather be eatin of a plateWith all them baltimore and philly niggaz (what? )Cause I done took about as much I can standA nigga smilin in my face like they my mother*****in manAiyyo, it gets a lot worse, cause theres a curse (what? )That says, the reward for bein real, is a hearseBefore you turn thirty, cause the dirty shit you did (uhh)Catches up and get you right when you thought you slidIts gettin dark, and with the cold to the heartYou realize, you aint gonna see your shortyOld enough to walk, for realChorus
