Artist/Band:
TQ
Lyrics for Song: The Comeback
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - TQ
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 rollinÂ’ through the streets, me and my homeboys watered out
See me with it on everything, that's what we talkinÂ’ 'bout
PlottinÂ’, jackinÂ’, murder, robberies we specialize in that
We'll make our pockets fat, weed, pistols and crack
As a gangster livinÂ’ it up, growinÂ’ up in a scandalous town
Automatic weapons wanna spray the town, lay the gang down
HanginÂ’ out banginÂ’ all around, smackinÂ’ fools in they mouth no doubt
ShowinÂ’ 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 nothinÂ’ new homeboy, see we ain't got stupid yet
See we the finest of the finest and the bosses and bosses
DoinÂ’ what we do, major clout and so we flossinÂ’
Get the fuck out the way, cuz here we come homeboy
And my niggas don't play
TQ
IÂ’m up at moms house taped up
3 months re-habilitating finally got my weight back up
She told me "IÂ’m gonna pray to God that youÂ’ll be alright"
ThatÂ’s my only mama nigga, she knows whatÂ’s on my mind
You shot my girlfriend when she was 3 months
There went my children, found out it was more than one
YouÂ’ve got me limping and I canÂ’t move as fast
But I swear on baby grave that IÂ’m gonna get that ass
What about my little sister, she use to get good grades
But now sheÂ’s paranoid goinÂ’ to school with a 38
Now how much of this do you think IÂ’m gonna take
Nigga IÂ’m cominÂ’ back
(Hook)
All IÂ’m sayinÂ’ is you betta not go to sleep
IÂ’m coming to get you Nigga you made too big of a mess
I’m comin’ back –
And you betta watchinÂ’ everyone you meet
Might not the one to stick ya
It could be one of your friends
IÂ’m cominÂ’ back
I wonÂ’t lay down before you do, thatÂ’s on me
IÂ’m tellinÂ’ you fuck what youÂ’ve been thinking
All IÂ’m saying is you betta not go to sleep
I might be waitin' to get ya
IÂ’m coming back Â…
Friday nite again and I get a new Benz
Bus’ a left on 120th – I see you slippin’
This niggasÂ’ in my hood tell me how can this be
Gotta thank the Lord for sending this blessinÂ’ down to me
I get my clock ready, Bet he canÂ’t shoot this time
As much as I been feelinÂ’ and dreaminÂ’ this mutha fuckers mine
I let my heat fly, I see him fallinÂ’ down
And all I’m hearing is ‘’K-Plaw, K-Plaw, Plaw Plaw’’
After the smoke clears I hear a baby screaminÂ’
IÂ’m tryinÂ’ to figure out but all I see is demons
Father forgive me if I hurt this child, let me die tonight
Walked up to the Beemer see the kids alright
I hand him to his cryinÂ’ mama tell her turn away
Somebody punched up DaddyÂ’s number and itÂ’s Judgement Day
For anybody askinÂ’ questions you didnÂ’t even see my face
Or else IÂ’m cominÂ’ back
(Hook)
(Rap by Kurupt)
Yeah, this for all y'all bitch ass niggas
If you gonna blast, then blast
If you gonÂ’ think, think fast
I'm movinÂ’ emotion, a double dosage of dolja
Give (?) a nigga ride his ride, slip slide
Dash, slide slash cop, fuck aiminÂ’ 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 rollinÂ’ 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
(Hook – 2x)
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