We Comin' Through Lyrics - Anarchy - 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?) 

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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' 

Photos 

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