Coming for You [Feat. Beanie Siegel and Freeway]

[Beanie] 1, 2 Sigel comin for you 3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door 5, 6 man I want those bricks 7, 8 gonna give up dat weight 9, 10 I'll put da glock to ya chin 11, 12 man I'll see you in hell [Freeway] 1, 2 Freeway's comin for your ass 3, 4 you better watch yo stash 5, 6 have you duckin from dem clips 7, 8 fuck it I can't wait [Beanie] Don't get scurred [Beanie] 1, 2 Sigel comin for you 3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door 5, 6 man I want those bricks 7, 8 gonna give up dat weight 9, 10 I'll put da glock to ya chin 11, 12 man I'll see you in hell [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 da rug, nigga know who you passin Fresh year from rammin off da zany's fours and perks Keep da semi handy jammin you for war or work Niggas like da border goin bizurk On the roof bangin dat swat, lettin off shots and spurts Dey tryin to trap me in da back of da yard Man I'm lettin every cat fall hittin from da cap to da sarge Can't see me back in da yard, two wacks back to da wall Use da two gat stash pack in da wall Picture Mac liftin up racks in da yard I had da block shiftin up knocking off racks by the yard Dope from dem dudes, smokeless, confused Shit, dey ain't know if dey want a crack from da saw Switch dey life, straight from da pipe to da straw Coke in dey vein, what you want da dope or da cane I open da game, to sniffin da D, X to da Z Hot shit from B-Sig consecutively [Freeway] 1, 2 Freeway's comin for your ass 3, 4 you better watch yo stash 5, 6 have you duckin from dem clips 7, 8 fuck it I can't wait [Freeway] Y'all niggas crazy think dat Free won't draw da lev Prefer da nine but I got da four four instead I move dymes who your dyme get her home in da bed Tell dat triflin bitch I want more than head Free might spark at ya clip take more than bread Guns and bricks while young bulls hug da block Dey love da 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 da lake, while your bitch lies on Free She ride on da snake and my whip over her key We ride in da jakes, empty clips hop on Amtrak Out of da 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 da case Roc-A-Fella pop criss til we outta da case Form da 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 da 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 [Beanie] 1, 2 Sigel comin for you 3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door 5, 6 man I want those bricks 7, 8 gonna give up dat weight 9, 10 I'll put da glock to ya chin 11, 12 man I'll see you in hell [Freeway] 1, 2 Freeway's comin for your ass 3, 4 you better watch yo stash 5, 6 have you duckin from dem clips 7, 8 fuck it I can't wait