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Lyrics for The Comeback by Tq:
| | | Artist: | Tq |
| | Album: | They Never Saw Me Coming | | Track: | The Comeback | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 60 | | | | Lyrics: | Yo?"
"What's up?"
"Ay what's up nigga?"
"Guess what nigga?"
"What?"
"I done
found them niggas."
"You done found 'em?"
"Fa sho."
"No shit?"
"And guess where
they at?"
"Where they at?"
"In yo hood."
"Oh it's on."
"Nigga you need to get
down here now."
"I'm on my way."
What? They done shot yo baby momma what?!
Aw
shhh
Ah man, oh no it's gonna be (?) these niggas up man
Real ballsy shit
Yo, real
ballsy partner
I ain't got nothin' else to live for man
What else is there to be
for?
These niggas want war or somethin'?
You strapped? Come on, let's get these
fools!
(Rap by Daz Dillinger)
I'm rollin’ through the streets, me and my
homeboys watered out
See me with it on everything, that's what we talkin’
'bout
Plottin’, jackin’, murder, robberies we specialize in that
We'll make
our pockets fat, weed, pistols and crack
As a gangster livin’ it up, growin’ up
in a scandalous town
Automatic weapons wanna spray the town, lay the gang
down
Hangin’ out bangin’ all around, smackin’ fools in they mouth no
doubt
Showin’ these fools what we all about
Big clout and money, that's what we all
about
You see we die for this color, money, respect and honor
Serious about this game,
kill for pennies and dollars
I'm crucial and brutal to those that test
Wanna be a G,
represent the set
See this ain't nothin’ new homeboy, see we ain't got stupid
yet
See we the finest of the finest and the bossest and bossest
Doin’ what we do,
major clout and so we flossin’
Get the fuck out the way, cuz here we come
homeboy
And my niggas don't play
TQ
I’m up at moms house taped up
3
months re-habilitating finally got my weight back up
She told me "I’m gonna pray to God
that you’ll be alright"
That’s my only mama nigga, she knows what’s on my
mind
You shot my girlfriend when she was 3 months
There went my children found out it was
more than one
You’ve got me lamping and I can’t move as fast
But I swear on
baby grave that I’m gonna get that ass
What about my little sister, she use to get good
grades
But now she’s paranoid goin’ to school with a 38
Now how much of this
do you think I’m gonna take
Nigga I’m comin’
back
(Hook)
All I’m sayin’ is you betta not go to
sleep
I’m coming to get you Nigga you made too big of mess
I’m comin’
back –
And you betta watchin’ everyone you meet
Might not the one who stick
ya
It could be one of your friends
I’m comin’ back
I won’t lay
down before you do that’s on me
I’m tellin’ you fuck what you’ve
been thinking
All I’m saying is you betta not go to sleep
I’m waiting to hit
ya
I’m coming back …
Friday nite again and I get a new
Benz
Bus’ a left on 120th – I see you slippin’
This niggas’ in
my hood tell me how can this be
Gotta thank the Lord for sending this blessin’ down to
me
I get my clock ready, Beenie can’t shoot this time
As much as I been
feelin’ and dreamin’ this mutha fuckers mine
I let my heat fly, I see him
fallin’ down
And all I’m hearing is ‘’K-Plaw, K-Plaw, Paw
Paw’’
After the smoke clears I hear a baby screamin’
I’m
tryin’ to figure out but all I see is demons
Father forgive me if I hurt this child let
die tonight
Walk up to the Beemer see the kids alright
I hand him to his cryin’
mama tell her turn away
Somebody punch up Daddy’s number and it’s Judgement
Day
For anybody askin’ questions you didn’t even see my face
Or else
I’m comin’ back
(Hook)
(Rap by Kurupt)
Yeah, this for all
y'all bitch ass niggas
If you gonna blast, then blast
If you gon’ think, think
fast
I'm movin’ emotion, a double dosage of dolja
Give (?) a nigga ride his ride,
slip slide
Dash, slide slash cop, fuck aimin’ blast
Blast dash, dash stash, that's
for Daz
TQ what the fuck they really wan do?
Like they don't know a thing about me and
you
Don't trip, don't act a ass, don't do shit unless you down to blast
G dog
rollin’ with pounds of hash
Forty cal colt in the back a stash
Never go to sleep,
better not tweak
Punk what the fuck, TQ Kurupt, mash and dash
Two hits and pass, first to
last
Bound to bounce, I'm a round em up then I'm a round em out
I'm a blaze an ounce, I'm
a blaze a stick
I'm a hit em with some gangsta shit
Cigarettes then joints dip
Fears
pierce and shit when the AK spit
Gangstas
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