We Comin' Through (Amended Version)-Busta Rhymes

Yeah Serious now Serious All my niggas One two Line up and Come through I got sh*t for all of you to wild out and Dumb to Back and bust your gun too Nowhere to run to This sh*t is the jerk So run your jewels and your ones too All my b**ches What what I like your whole strut Bounce and hold your a** 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 f**k Now watch me dig all in your whole gut Stuff it like a roast duck F**king packing a toast What what What about you slapping the sh*t up out ya Flipmode We them niggas And I'ma always shout ya See how we high rollers Smoking till we high zoning Niggas on the corner Clutter the streets in the nights roaming Now see how we got you open My niggas hold your post B**ches if your riding with me Let's see who rocks the most [Chorus] All my niggas (what what) We coming through (what what) Repping for my niggas and my b**ches 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 b**ches (what what) We coming through (what what) Repping for my b**ches and my niggas too (what what) Bounce and shake your a** out Break fool and black out Hit you with some sh*t That will make all y'all just pass out Know I keep that hot sh*t F**k up your block sh*t Have y'all niggas stupid On some straight cock your glock sh*t Everytime we drop sh*t There's no way to stop sh*t Bust y'all niggas a** Then like to sit back and pop sh*t Yo we bout to lace y'all Deface the place y'all With sh*t that feel just like A f**king 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 sh*t y'all F**k 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 sh*t 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 coming) Yo people is good for nothing (ay yo!) Hot to death with sh*t that always keep you jumping And rush the dance hall Until all they a** 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 b**ches wylin with me Let's see who rocks the most