Yeah, here's some shit make ya go Have you ever wondered why the world hates you? Maybe because you is a child of God? They come Yeah, your best must be ready because they come You better hold your straps ready because they come Your mens better not be spaghetti because they come You turn your pocket into graffiti yeah, they come Nigga you ain't ready but they come You better hold your straps ready because they come Yeah, they come Yeah, they come Now here they come They say, the sound of revelation takin 'em off while your occupation Now we all computers puttin' cheques by sharp shooters You'll cruise one world, one nation, undivided but deliver me from evil And these crazy people all across the world All out warfare mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally Fulfullin', you ain't doin' no killin' 'Cause I ain't scared I got friends comin' to my house And I gonna put you on your place By the grace of God Because I don't really think you ball that hard That's what your mouth said They come Yeah, your best must be ready because they come You better hold your straps ready because they come Your mens better not be spaghetti because they come You turn your pocket into graffiti yeah, they come Nigga you ain't ready but they come You better hold your straps ready because they come Yeah, they come Yeah, they come Now here they come It's like the whole damn world is caught Now y'all whole motherfuckers is just rotten Like the C I A , the I R S, the D E A, the F B I And whoever else with three letters in their names You think you quick on the draw puttin' them ten times is mo' better We got all the superstitions they got all the [Incomprehensible] You own nothin' You bought from them we might as well say we just leasin' Ain't no reason then why the preacher and his false teaching's Keepin' hot coals over your heads Yeah, when I looked into your eyes I will see that They come Yeah, your best must be ready because they come You better hold your straps ready because they come Your mens better not be spaghetti because they come You turn your pocket into graffiti yeah, they come Nigga you ain't ready but they come You better hold your straps ready because they come Yeah, they come Yeah, they come Now here they come They come Yeah, your best must be ready because they come You better hold your straps ready because they come Your mens better not be spaghetti because they come You turn your pocket into graffiti yeah, they come Nigga you ain't ready but they come You better hold your straps ready because they come Yeah, they come Yeah, they come Now here they come © BROWN BRANCHES AND GREEN BOTTLES; DUNGEON RAT MUSIC; EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; T-MO2 MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com