Lyrics We Comin’ Through - Busta Rhymes
Yeah
Serious
now
Be
serious
All
my
niggas,
one
two
Line
up
an′,
come
through
I
got
shit
for
all
of
you
to
wild
out
and
(Dumb
to)
Back
and
bust
your
gun
too
Nowhere
to
run
to
This
shit
is
the
jerk
So
run
your
jewels
and
your
ones
too
Hey
my
bitches
(What?
What?)
I
like
your
whole
strut
Bounce
and
hold
your
ass
out
Make
it
open
and
close
shut
Watch
me
bust
a
whole
nut
Right
over
your
whole
butt
Slice
you
down
with
the
dick
Just
like
you
was
a
cold
cut
(Oh
fuck)
Now
watch
me
dig
all
in
your
whole
gut
Stuff
it
like
a
roast
duck
Fuckin'
packin′
a
toast
(What?
What?)
What
about
you
slapping
the
shit
up
out
ya
Flipmode,
we
them
niggas
And
I'ma
always
shout
ya
See
how
we
high
rollers
Smokin'
till
we
high
zonin′
Niggas
on
the
corner
Clutter
the
streets
in
the
nights
roamin′
Now
see
how
we
got
you
open
My
niggas
hold
your
post
Bitches
if
your
ridin'
with
me
Let′s
see
who
rocks
the
most
All
my
niggas
(What?
What?)
We
comin'
through
(What?
What?)
Reppin′
for
my
niggas
and
my
bitches
too
(What?
What?)
Back
and
bust
your
gun
too
Nowhere
to
run
to
Black
out
in
the
truck
Until
there's
no
club
to
come
to
All
my
bitches
(What?
What?)
We
comin′
through
(What?
What?)
Reppin'
for
my
bitches
and
my
niggas
too
(What?
What?)
Bounce
and
shake
your
ass
out
Break
fool
and
black
out
Hit
you
with
some
shit
That
will
make
all
y'all
just
pass
out
Know
I
keep
that
hot
shit
Fuck
up
your
block
shit
Have
y′all
niggas
stupid
On
some
straight
cock
your
glock
shit
Every
time
we
drop
shit
There′s
no
way
to
stop
shit
Bust
y'all
niggas
ass
Then
like
to
sit
back
and
pop
shit
Yo
we
bout
to
lace
y′all
Deface
the
place
y'all
With
shit
that
feel
just
like
A
fuckin′
foot
in
your
face
y'all
Is
you
with
me?
(Hell
yeah)
Before
I
hit
y′all
Flipmode
be
the
niggas
That
will
be
sure
to
split
y'all
We
will
never
quit
y'all
We
won′t
permit
y′all
Whack
niggas
to
come
inside
Like
they
be
the
shit
y'all
(Fuck
that)
Yeah
you
know
we
blaze
And
we
wreck
shop
Put
it
down
for
live
niggas
While
we
watch
the
next
fly
All
my
niggas
pass
through
Before
we
blast
you
This
shit
so
real
I
don′t
have
no
need
to
gash
you
We
will
never
calm
down
We
won't
put
the
bombs
down
Rep
for
all
my
niggas
And
we
won′t
put
the
arms
down
(Yeah
you
know
we
keep
it
comin')
Yo
people
is
good
for
nothin′,
ay
yo
Hot
to
death
with
shit
that
always
keep
you
jumpin'
And
rush
the
dance
hall
Until
all
they
ass
fall
I
make
you
other
corny
niggas
Get
off
the
damn
wall
And
then
we
bless
y'all
With
the
currently
fresh
y′all
And
hit
y′all
niggas
with
flavor
Nothing
less
than
the
best
y'all
Now
we
see
how
we
got
you
open
My
niggas
hold
your
post
All
my
bitches
wylin′
with
me
Let's
see
who
rocks
the
most
All
my
niggas
(What?
What?)
We
comin′
through
(What?
What?)
Reppin'
for
my
niggas
and
my
bitches
too
(What?
What?)
Back
and
bust
your
gun
too
Nowhere
to
run
to
Black
out
in
the
truck
Until
there′s
no
club
to
come
to
All
my
bitches
(What?
What?)
We
comin'
through
(What?
What?)
Reppin'
for
my
bitches
and
my
niggas
too
(What?
What?)
Bounce
and
shake
your
ass
out
Break
fool
and
black
out
Hit
you
with
some
shit
That
will
make
all
y′all
just
pass
out
1 Live It Up
2 Make Noise
3 The Heist
4 Here We Go Again
5 Bladow!!
6 Get Out!!
7 Why We Die
8 Intro: The Current State of Anarchy
9 Salute da Gods!!
10 Enjoy da Ride
11 We Put It Down for Y’all
12 Street Shit
13 All Night
14 Show Me What You Got
15 A Trip Out of Town
16 C'mon All My Niggaz, C'mon All My Bitches
17 We Comin’ Through
18 Anarchy
19 Outro
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