B.W.P. - Comin' Back Strapped lyrics

TM = Tanisha Michelle L = Lyndah Intro: [Man] Say hoe, how ya doing? [TM] Fine, motherf**er, but your momma's a goddam hoe! [Man] What the f** you got to talk about my mother for, b**h? Did I got to say something about your mother? [TM] You ain't got no business to talk to me like that! [Man] What the f**'s a matter with you You stank p**y b**h! [TM] You the stank p**y motherf**er! [Man] I ought to f** you up! Hold my bottle [TM] Your mama got the stank p**y! She ain't washed her a** since she had you, motherf**er! [Man] I ought to f** you up, b**h! Shut the f** up! Get the f** off my block before I kick your a**! [TM] You ain't going to do sh**, motherf**er! [Man] I ought to slap the sh** out you, b**h! [TM] You ain't going to (slap) AAAAhhhh! Aw sh**, motherf**er, you're going to get f**ed up now! You going to be hitting me and sh** You going to be hitting me [Man] Shut the f** up! [TM] Just wait right here Just wait right here Me and my girls going to come back and f** all you all up! [Man] Shut the f** up! Yeah, right [TM] Yeah, right Alright, motherf**er, I got your dick right here [Man] f** you! [TM] I'm a blow your motherf**ing a** away! [Man] Aw, f** you! f** you! Verse 1: [TM] One, two, three, and three, two, one I'm going home to get my f**ing gun You can call it a pistol, or call it a gat Plain and simple, I'm Comin' Back Strapped 'Cause n***as like to act real stupid And now I'm going to use it Don't be on the corner when I drive by There's going to be a homicide You ask how I'm doing, I told you fine Now you want to rap and waste my time So yo, I keep on stepping And n***as start disrespecting They call me a b**h and a hoe and a s*ut Man, that sh** was f**ed up [TM & L] Alright, alright We going to get those motherf**ers right now [TM] They say hello, and I say hi It wasn't like a big thing give a reply The motherf**ers kept on cussing b**h, you ain't all that, they was bugging I thought to myself, where will it end? Right there in front of all his friends Cussing me out, I was surrounded Goddam, I was dumfounded What did I do to deserve this? I was so scared, I almost pissed in my pants 'Cause they was n***as with 40s in their hands A motherf**er threatened to gat me Another n***a threatened to slap me What the f** is this? I was minding my own business n***as be bugging You got to let a n***a know he ain't been nothing So I check they faces And got a real good look And next time I'm at the crib I put the jammy in my pocketbook Chorus: [TM & L] All you motherf**ers better watch your back 'Cause we Comin' Back Strapped (4X) Verse 2: [L] Well I'm Lyndah, and I'm back again Here to warn you and all your dumb a** friends All you bad n***as corner standing crack head brothers You ain't nothing but p**y motherf**ers I ain't your average boulevard hoe b**hes, do they kiss me? [L & TM] f** no! [L] 'Cause I got a whole mafia of n***as One finger stuck to motherf**ing triggers And I told you what they like to do Take out punk motherf**ers like you So yo, when The b**hes are stepping Just remember we got weapons Feed me, fear me, that's a tip 'Cause I'll bust a cap in you, b**h I'm a let you know once, now look I got something for you in my pocketbook n***as be high off that O E Think that they can disrespect me I'm a let you know, yo, I ain't the one b**h like me got a f**ing gun 'Cause I'm a crazy a** b**h I don't play that sh** So go ahead yo, and press your luck 'Cause I'm crazy as f** So before you start illing off eight ball Think twice, 'cause I'll smoke all you all Chorus (2X) Interlude: [L] Hey lay low, slow up over there Are those the motherf**ers over there? [TM] Yeah, that's them [L] Alright, we're gonna get the motherf**ers [TM] Yeah! [L] Back the car up [TM] Alright [L] Aw, f** it, just go around the block [TM] sh** [L] Turn the radio down [TM] Yeah, turn it down [L] Through the light to the left [TM] Alright [L] Alright, here we go, you ready? [TM] Yeah [L] Don't let anybody see you [TM] f** that, I want them to see me Yo! [Man] What? [TM] Yo, motherf**er! Yeah, you remember me from from around here? [Man] What the f** you want? [TM] Yeah, motherf**er, I got What the f** I want? I got something for your a**! (gun shots) [Man] She shooting! (tires squealing) Chorus: (4X) [TM & L] f** no!