Coming For You

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