Comin` For Ya lyrics

Artist  : Dmx 
Song : Comin` For Ya



 Send "Comin` For Ya" Ringtone to your Cell 

 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**k, f**k 

[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 nigga, finish it cause you
started it
Watch sh*t grow out of control, now you want no
part of it (c'mon)
Nigga, 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 pussy, but I ain't gonna say
nuttin
Just hit a nigga 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**kin
wit
cause you shoulda left alone, now you stuck in
shit
Stuck in shit, 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 bit*h is hot, but too young to
marry
That nigga Satan be fakin mad jacks so I taxed
his ass
 
Every chance I get, is just another hit (uh, uh,
uh, what?)
Another nigga split; there go white meat -
another nigga
takin up room in the mall under a white sheet
(c'mon)
That's what you get for wanna 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 niggaz wanna become fam-ous
and doin the same sh*t 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*t you got
but you ain't never got that sh*t when that sh*t
get hot!
Runnin up in the spot with, two niggaz 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' and see a
bit*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 nigga know, I know he pussy, I'ma
smack his man (uhh)
f**kin Willie niggas and silly niggaz
I'd rather be eatin of a plate 
with all them Baltimore and Philly niggaz (WHAT?)
Cause I done took about as much I can stand
A nigga smilin in my face like they my
motherf**kin man
Aiyyo, it gets a lot worse, cause there's a curse
(WHAT?)
that says, the reward for bein real, is the
hearse
before you turn thirty, cause the dirty sh*t 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