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Scarface - Comin' Agg lyrics
<i>[ VERSE 1 ]</i> Ah shit.. I'm sick of niggas jumpin up with choppers Runnin for your shit, tryin to make another nigga stop ya But it's on cause you up against a real nigga I steal niggas and kill niggas, I'm the real nigga You up against a muthafucka with a quick temper I'm a born killer, in case you don't remember I got my pistol but I got a different clip in it Click-click, muthafuckas, can you get with it? You ain't the nigga that you thought you was, fool And now I'm after that ass on the cool It's all about survival of the fittest Nigga, you shouldn'ta did this And now I gots to handle my business I got to get your ass up out the picture I ain't the nigga you wanna fuck with Muthafucka, I wouldn't bullshit ya Now look at what you stuck with The last nigga in this muthafuckin world you shoulda fucked with I'm leavin niggas in bodybags You shouldn'ta fucked with the Brad You punk muthafucka, I'm comin agg <i>[ VERSE 2 ]</i> Mr., Mr. Scarface for the nine-trey Niggas packin nines, fuck you, bitch, I pack an A.K. Fully automatic for you hoes who wanna jack this S.A. fool, and I'ma put you on your back, bitch Ain't no half-steppin, I'm comin at you rough-like Shootin to kill cause back in school I had enough fights Whenever when I bucked my knuckles up on a nigga's head So you can sling em all you want but I be slingin leg Cause like I said befo' I'm a muthafuckin dreadlock Puttin fools in headlocks, givin niggas headshots And everybody in your muthafuckin area Is tryin to scrap up some money, so they can help to bury ya But I can give a muthafuck about your family Because your family ain't my fuckin family You shoulda thought before you stepped to tha Nigga in black standin right here next to ya I'm stoppin muthafuckas from breathin Just gimme a reason and I'ma be squeezin The trigger of this muthafuckin glock, pop-pop until you drop >From these muthafuckin gunshots And leave your whole fuckin family sad Don't fuck with the Brad, muthafucka Cause Brad's comin agg <i>[ VERSE 3 ]</i> Where the cocksuckers at, where the cocksuckers at? (Where they at? Where they at?) (There they go) at my gat Cause I'm about to heat up like a vet Chop shit down on your set and then jet And smash off in my soap box Cause I'm down for the dirt and muthafuckas said it don't stop Now which one of you hoes wanna fuck Make your way to your truck I wanna see the way that you jump Cause by the time you get your keys I'm lettin loose, muthafucka, lay em down, nigga, and get these It ain't shit for me to watch em fly So die, muthafuckas, die, muthafuckas, die, die I ain't no muthafuckin good guy, dog And I don't give a good guy damn about none of y'all I'm from the state of the muthafuckin gunslingers Knockin dicks in the dirt with just this one finger So get your ass caught up in this gangsta shit And I'ma try my best to make it stank, you bitch Plus you comin with that fake drag You fallin dead on your ass, you muthafucka I'm comin agg |
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