Dmx - Comin' For Ya lyrics

Hey Mimi Word? {*dogs barking*} Get em boy.. get em boy! Get em boy! Get em boy! Boyyyyyyy! ('There's nothin you can do...' *repeats in background*) Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) X is comin' for ya, can't do nothin for ya Cause X is comin' for ya Run, hide, duck, duck We don't give a f**, f** [DMX] Look in the mirror (uh) say my name five times Turn out the lights (WHAT?) then I done crooked nine lives Don't get scared now n***a, finish it cause you started it Watch sh** grow out of control, now you want no part of it (c'mon) n***a, where yo' heart at? Tell me what you made of Already lost a stripe cause I know what you afraid of We both know you p**y, but I ain't gonna say nuttin Just hit a n***a off, and you can stay frontin (uhh) I gotcha back for now, till I cased the joint (what?) Plus, give the Feds a real good place to point (what?) and laced the joint, I ain't gonna front I had my hands full Glad to be alive, but you like, that's that bull (grrrrr) But now you know, what you get, when you f**in wit cause you shoulda left alone, now you stuck in sh** Duckin sh**, til that headpiece gets BLAZED Screamin this, ahh, cease to the grave Its over, at least for you it is It don't think the coroner, to see how true it is I knew these kid, but did that stop me from gettin em, screamin IT WAS ALL FOR THE MONEY, while I'm hittin and splittin him down from his nose to his nuts (what?) Fire department comin, put the hose to his guts (what?) Washed away, just like dirt when it rains (uh) And now because of you, I hurt when it rains (grrrrr) Chorus [DMX] My real name is Damien and my girl's name is Carrie That Poltergeist b**h is hot, but too young to marry That n***a Satan be fakin mad jacks so I taxed his a** Every chance I get, is just another hit (uh, uh, uh, what?) Another n***a split; there go white meat - another n***a takin up room in the morgue under a white sheet (c'mon) That's what you get for tryin to take it there (uhh) But with this Desert Eagle in your mouth you cryin bout let's make it fair (uhh) Sometimes it takes pain to make the brain a little smarter (uh-huh) When I think the rain will stop, it only starts to rain harder (uh-huh) Part of the game is n***az wanna become fam-ous and doin the same sh** I do, remain nameless (uh, uh, uh, uh) I want house money, Jag money (what?) so I gots ta bag money I ain't laughin, but yo it's mad funny (c'mon) I used to talk about that sh** you got but you ain't never got that sh** when that sh** get hot! Runnin up in the spot with, two n***az from Israel Cause it is-real, you did squeal, now how you think yo' kids feel? knowin you died a snitch, I look in yo' eyes and see a b**h Wasn't surprised to see a switch (c'mon) Let's make it quick, I got a flight at 6 goin to Pakistan So let this n***a know, I know he p**y, I'ma smack his man (uhh) f**in Willie n***as and silly n***az I'd rather be eatin of a plate with all them Baltimore and Philly n***az (WHAT?) Cause I done took about as much I can stand A n***a smilin in my face like they my motherf**in man Aiyyo, it gets a lot worse, cause there's a curse (WHAT?) that says, the reward for bein real, is a hearse before you turn thirty, cause the dirty sh** you did (uhh) catches up and get you right when you thought you slid It's gettin dark, and with the cold to the heart You realize, you ain't gonna see your shorty old enough to walk, for real Chorus