Scarface - Comin' Agg lyrics

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Scarface - Comin' Agg lyrics

[ verse 1 ] Ah sh**... I'm sick of n***as jumpin up with choppers Runnin for your sh**, tryin to make another n***a stop ya But it's on cause you up against a real n***a I steal n***as and k** n***as, I'm the real n***a You up against a muthaf**a with a quick temper I'm a born k**er, in case you don't remember I got my pistol but I got a different clip in it Click-click, muthaf**as, can you get with it? You ain't the n***a that you thought you was, fool And now I'm after that a** on the cool It's all about survival of the fittest n***a, you shouldn'ta did this And now I gots to handle my business I got to get your a** up out the picture I ain't the n***a you wanna f** with Muthaf**a, I wouldn't bullsh** ya Now look at what you stuck with The last n***a in this muthaf**in world you shoulda f**ed with I'm leavin n***as in bodybags You shouldn'ta f**ed with the brad You punk muthaf**a, I'm comin agg [ verse 2 ] Mr., mr. Scarface for the nine-trey n***as packin nines, f** you, b**h, 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, b**h Ain't no half-steppin, I'm comin at you rough-like Shootin to k** cause back in school I had enough fights To never want to f** my knuckles up on a n***a's head So you can sling em all you want but I be slingin leg Cause like I said befo' I'm a muthaf**in dreadlock Puttin fools in headlocks, givin n***as headshots And everybody in your muthaf**in area Is tryin to scrap up some money, so they can help to bury ya But I can give a muthaf** about your family Because your family ain't my f**in family You shoulda thought before you stepped to tha n***a in black standin right here next to ya I'm stoppin muthaf**as from breathin Just gimme a reason and I'ma be squeezin The trigger of this muthaf**in glock, pop-pop until you drop >from these muthaf**in gunshots And leave your whole f**in family sad Don't f** with the brad, muthaf**a Cause brad's comin agg [ verse 3 ] Where the co*ks**ers at, where the co*ks**ers at? (Where they at? Where they at?) (there they go) at my gat Cause I'm about to heat up like a vet Chop sh** down on your set and then jet And smash off in my soap box Cause I'm down for the dirt and muthaf**as said it don't stop Now which one of you hoes wanna f** 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, muthaf**a, lay em down, n***a, and get these It ain't sh** for me to watch em fly So die, muthaf**as, die, muthaf**as, die, die I ain't no muthaf**in good guy, dog And I don't give a good guy damn about none of y'all I'm from the state of the muthaf**in gunslingers Knockin dicks in the dirt with just this one finger So get your a** caught up in this gangsta sh** And I'ma try my best to make it stank, you b**h Plus you comin with that fake drag You fallin dead on your a**, you muthaf**a I'm comin agg

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