Im Coming - Beanie Sigel

Philadelphia

I dedicate to you this song

(Olympick)

Fuck it I’m coming

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uhm-hmm

Somebody got to die

Either this guy or this guy

Either way somebody mama throwing a fish fry

Bigger the beef, bigger the clip size

Home Depot trips, duct tapes, zip ties

Was gonna leave it dead, let shit slide

But niggas pushing my fuck-it button

I gotta fuck up something

I’m thinking churches and hearses

ER trips, IV drips, and nurses, uh

Homicides for purchase but I think I might work this

Cash that check myself though

Vest with the velcro

Clip from the wrist to the elbow

Draco small but the drum can’t fit in the belt though

Trench coat still can’t tell though

It is what it is but we ain’t gon' dwell though

If shit hit the fan cause, just don’t tell though

I respect what he’s done.

New overthrows the old, it’s natural

Ambulance screaming up the block

Shots so loud can barely hear 'em screaming «stop»

Vaguely hear somebody screaming «cops»

Spray the family while they grieving at his plot

On target till I off it

You want me off your head?

Where that bread, nigga cough it

Issue me a ticket or I’ll park it

Or I get you fitted for that coffin

Just when I thought I was out they pull me back in

Back on course with no remorse

Like the fat guy from Bed-Stuy kick in doors

Everybody getting on the floor

Everybody in this bitch get it but the whore

Bitch where that bag at?

Yeah, yeah I love them too but where that tab at

Somebody cashing out or I’m blasting out

Talking bout what?

Ain’t shit to ration out

You drew that line so I’m a cross it

Now lay in-between them lines when they chalk it

Catch you at the Clearport, extra cartridge

Ain’t no jets departing only death departing

Teterboro with the barrel exercise the plan

Understand you ain’t never too fly to land

How you goin' through your face and your feet?

Hogtied, broom in your ass, you in too deep

Fucking with the crypt keeper, grim reaper

You just a tweeter, I’m the knock in the Devil’s speaker

Stop, this bigger than Omeeka

I wanted you and ITY, Latifah

Switch this horror flick, double feature

Gee, what niggas do for money, my brother’s keeper

A sucker way out is to steal him

Face said look him in his eyes 'fore you kill him

Nigga you weak for real

You did that for Meek?

You shoulda did it for Mills

Bitch you should of did it for real

Got niggas checking under cars 'fore they get in their wheels

Before I check you up to God, better get in your will

You niggas better pick a side 'fore I get in the field

Ain’t gon' have no pics when I’m blicking the steel

Everybody getting fired when I’m clicking the drill

Uh-huh, Poppa gave out warnings, not me

Just another body for mama to ID

You could play a game but not me

All shells, no stripes, Y3

Heart cross your windpipe, cannot breathe

One cannot fight what one cannot see

Yeah and I be there when the smoke clear

Drown in your own blood, nigga soak there

I pluck you then rock him, I ain’t no joke yeah

Check out my felonies, check-check out my felonies

Sell your soul you say your ass what you telling me

Fuckin' faggots, pussies

Been doing this, fuckin' rookies

Crush your whole empire, Cookies

Why the fuck would you push me?

And no more Ruckus, I’m reckless

What you expected?

I’m coming

Uh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uhm-hmm

I’m coming, uhm