Vita - Here We Come lyrics

[Intro: Irv Gotti: talking] Man who gives a f** n***a? Who gives a f**... MURDER... MURDER INC ni**a! How ya love dat, how ya love dat (what is it) MURDER... MURDER INC ni**a! Yeah, step inside n***as [Irv Gotti: rapping] Keep your f**ing eyes open, observe, and watch this (Watch me) Take the game, lock sh** Strictly for the gutter and the block n***as (Where my n***as) and them b**hes, GOTTI! CEO, head honcho, boss And all I do is break n***as, and make doe Gotta make sure - all my n***as see Murder...I motherf**ers, sh** [Vita] Tell me how you want it, momma, lace it proper Make hits hot, uh, can't sh** stop her Wrist rocked up - y'all know who that b**h VITA, VITA, and who dat clique The world's most dangerous Sweeter then a mango, but hit when I ain't... So y'all better run, or it's murder when we come (Chorus: Vita & Ronnie Bumps) [Bumps] You better run! [Vita] This clique I roll with they don't front they squeeze [Bumps] You better run! [Vita] This clique I roll with Murder I-N-C [Bumps] Ohhh! Cause here we come! [Vita] This clique done stack and fold that doe [Bumps] You better run! [Vita] This sh** is murder I-N-C fo' sho [Bumps] Ohhh! Cause here we come! [R. Bumps] MURDER! [Vita] Please believe her, burn like cheeba, Vita, diva Got thugs fiendin to met her HOLLA HOLLA! All my ladies getting dollar, dollar stacks Cause tomorrow ain't promised So I promise not to lose no contest sh**, Murder Mami put it down From Jersey to Uptown put them hands up now Me and my ladies just ridin, vibin Tryin to find a club to slide in V-I-P! Yeah I know I'm that P-Y-T from I-N-C b*tch! I know you want my spit b*tch! I know you want what I got b*tch! Hate me but I won't stop Un-til I'm on top (Chorus) [Vita] Now ladies if you sippin Cris Then sip it till you get drunk All my thugs in the back Sippin 'gnac get f**ed up One of the illest, uh, feminist when I zone Sexy while the rest be silicone To each is own, beats keep it authentic Baggin bodies wit it, Gangsta chick! [Irv Gotti: talking (Vita)] Yeah that's right Gangsta Chick (uh, uh, uh, uh) What else would you expect from Murder Inc. n***a (uh, uh, uh, uh) (Uh, uh, uh, uh) *Chuckles Y'all n***as better f**in run! (Chorus)