How We Comin' (West Side Mix)

[Mystikal] Can't you smell them bodies gettin fried [I'm comin'!] Oooooh, you ain't never lied [How we comin'!] Somebody said we comin' hella high [How we comin'!] Oooooh, you ain't never lied [I'm comin'!] [Black C] Check the flows we deliver Makin' the hardest rapper shiver When a killa touch the mic I'm givin him blows to the brain like Mike And despite them old faulty fake playas who try to cross me Smell of coffee, cuz it's burnin I'm gettin that money like Mike Vernon While ya learin', we teachin', ya reapin' what yo sew See the whole load is gettin' heavy Now ya ready to pull a lick I'm pullin' a switch Pullin' yo black mask down I puttin' my ghetto mash down so now You know that dog in me Maybe that hog in me Got me runnin around town wit no love an actin' thuggishly But ruggidly I'm comin' My homie Ric Roc made the drop, now I'm dumpin' I'm dumpin' [Big Lurch] Steady comin', I'm pumpin' Brain waves wit no assumptions I'm ready to ruin' somethin' If you want it, come get it I'm bumpin' ya wig Get split quick, bust a quick lick, you don't understand I'm not yo average man Matter fact I buck like [?] Instead of leavin' you shell struck And I'm dumpin' you wit no reprecussions No disscussions, just bustin' for 9 millimeters disperssin' And the worse you been cursed with a hearse Watchin' all your extersions Lay down to your knees and your worryin' They got evaporatin' for purgerin' an disturbin' 'em Hit my nerve and then We skeet swervin' Back to the hood to get a lil bit mo pervin' [Mystikal] I'm one of the fresh mutha fuckas tattooed for the murderin' And ain't nobody have to go and bury him [Big Lurch] I'm walkin' down the street wit a strap up Got my loons I'm not to be played in this game Brotha I'm hurtin 'em I'm hurtin' 'em [Hook] [Hitman] Now who them cowards who's always frontin' Like talk behind our back Scared to confront the strap, we can let it all react Or we can take 10 spaces back and watch your brains collapse Or we can handle this like gentlemen and just scrap Try to cross me like longitude-latitude I show no gratitude to another busta wit a attitude I gets to taggin' fools Hit roofs like Rictor Rooter You get dumped calls Cuz I make house calls like Roto-Rooter Thay be ridin' jack like a scooter Maybe cuz we swerve Mess around wit these broads on the curb While I get the bullets reserved The nerve Somebody's always tryin to tell me what my title bout Get served It don't take like rocket scientist to figure this out When I emerge I'm on like National Geographics when I have this My clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like 32-bits Blow you to bits These pieces is bad for your health So put a quarter in yo ass, cuz you played your self [Mystikal] Nasty vomit, mildew, rotten I'm the violentest I make the most advanced hightech state of the art rapper sound childish No matter how hard you try You can't come no where round us Even if you scream at the top of your lungs [AHHH!] I'm a still be the loudest HAAAAAAAAA! Wildest Hand full of niggas ain't gonna get hurt Rest of y'all niggas gettin dimolished Red peppers and hot tamales It's the nigga that's gonna be tighter than grip plyers Cussin like Richard Pryor I came down here fixin' to bust yo head Don't try an sleep on me nigga You gonna have nightmares bout what I said Mouths get busted Ooh you know you gonna get rushed Nigga put it together, wiped out and brushed up Comin' from the bottom of sound elevation to the occassion This ain't no fuckin' past time BITCH THIS AN OCCUPATION! So fool what you talkin' bout, where my money? Or wit my fist down yo mutha fuckin' throat.... HOW I BE COMIN'! [Hook]