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Comin' Agg Lyrics

Ah, s***, I'm sick of n***** jumpin' up with choppers,
Runnin' for your s***, tryin' to make another n**** stop ya.
But it's on, 'cause you up against a real n****.
I steal n***** and kill n*****, I'm the real n****.
You up against a m*********** with a quick temper.
I'm a born killer, in case you don't remember.
I got my pistol, but I got a different clip in it.
Click-click, m************, can you get with it?
You ain't the n**** 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****, you shouldn'a did this.
And now I got's to handle my business;
I got to get your a** up out the picture.
I ain't the n**** you want to f*** with,
m***********, I wouldn't bullshit ya.
Now look at what you stuck with:
The last n**** in this m************ world you shouldn'a f***** with.
I'm leavin' n***** in bodybags.
You shouldn'a f***** with the Brad.
You punk m***********, I'm comin' agg...

Mr., Mr. Scarface, for the nine-trey.
n***** packin' nines, f*** you, b****, I pack an A.K.
Fully automatic, for you hos who want to jack this.
S.A. fool, and I'ma put you on your back, b****.
Ain't no half-steppin', I'm comin' at you rough-like.
Shootin' to kill, 'cause back in school I had enough fights,
Whenever I bucked my knuckles up on a n****'s head.
So you can sling 'em all you want, but I be slingin' leg,
Cause like I said before, I'm a m************ dreadlock,
Putting fools in headlocks, giving n***** head shots.
And everybody in your m************ area
Is trying to scrape up some money, so they can help to bury ya.
But I can give a m*********** about your family,
Because your family ain't my f*****' family.
You should of thought before you stepped to tha
n**** in black, standin' right here, next to ya.
I'm stoppin' m************ from breathin'.
Just gimme a reason, and I'ma be squeezin'
The trigger of this m************ glock, pop-pop, until you drop
From these m************ gunshots,
And leave your whole f*****' family sad.
Don't f*** with the Brad, m***********,
Cause Brad's comin' agg
Where the c*********s at, where the c*********s at?
(Where they at? Where they at?) (There they go,) at my gat.
Cause I'm about to heat up, like a vet.
Chop s*** down on your set and then jet,
And smash off in my soap box.
Cause I'm down for the dirt, and m*********** said it don't stop.
Now, which one of you hos want to f***?
Make your way to your truck,
I want to see the way that you jump.
Cause by the time you get your keys
I'm letting loose, m***********, lay 'em down, n****, and get these.
It ain't s*** for me to watch 'em fly.
So die, m************, die, m************, die, die.
I ain't no m************ good guy, dog,
And I don't give a good guy d*** about none of y'all.
I'm from the state of the m************, gunslingers,
Knockin' d***s in the dirt with just this one finger.
So get your a** caught up in this gangsta s***,
And I'ma try my best to make it stank, you b****.
Plus you comin' with that fake drag.
You fallin' dead on your a**, you m***********.
I'm comin' agg
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The World Is Yours (1993)
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