Here We Come lyrics

by

Ja Rule


[Intro: Irv Gotti: talking]
Man who gives a f*ck n*gga?
Who gives a f*ck...
MURDER...
MURDER INC n*ggA!
How ya love dat, how ya love dat (what is it)
MURDER...
MURDER INC n*ggA!
Yeah, step inside n*ggas

[Irv Gotti: rapping]
Keep your f*cking eyes open, observe, and watch this
(Watch me) Take the game, lock sh*t
Strictly for the gutter and the block n*ggas
(Where my n*ggas) and them b*tches, GOTTI!
CEO, head honcho, boss
And all I do is break n*ggas, and make doe
Gotta make sure - all my n*ggas see
Murder...I motherf*ckers, sh*t

[Vita]
Tell me how you want it, momma, lace it proper
Make hits hot, uh, can't sh*t stop her
Wrist rocked up - y'all know who that b*tch
VITA, VITA, and who dat clique
The world's most dangerous
Sweeter then a mango, but hit when I ain't...
So y'all better run, or it's murder when we come

(Chorus: Vita & Ronnie Bumps)
[Bumps] You better run!
[Vita] This clique I roll with they don't front they squeeze
[Bumps] You better run!
[Vita] This clique I roll with Murder I-N-C
[Bumps] Ohhh! Cause here we come!
[Vita] This clique done stack and fold that doe
[Bumps] You better run!
[Vita] This sh*t is murder I-N-C fo' sho
[Bumps] Ohhh! Cause here we come!

[R. Bumps] MURDER!

[Vita]
Please believe her, burn like cheeba, Vita, diva
Got thugs fiendin to met her
HOLLA HOLLA! All my ladies getting dollar, dollar stacks
Cause tomorrow ain't promised
So I promise not to lose no contest
sh*t, Murder Mami put it down
From Jersey to Uptown put them hands up now
Me and my ladies just ridin, vibin
Tryin to find a club to slide in
V-I-P! Yeah I know I'm that P-Y-T from I-N-C
b*tch! I know you want my spit
b*tch! I know you want what I got
b*tch! Hate me but I won't stop
Un-til I'm on top

(Chorus)

[Vita]
Now ladies if you sippin Cris
Then sip it till you get drunk
All my thugs in the back
Sippin 'gnac get f*cked up
One of the illest, uh, feminist when I zone
Sexy while the rest be silicone
To each is own, beats keep it authentic
Baggin bodies wit it, Gangsta chick!

[Irv Gotti: talking (Vita)]
Yeah that's right Gangsta Chick (uh, uh, uh, uh)
What else would you expect from Murder Inc. n*gga (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Uh, uh, uh, uh) *Chuckles
Y'all n*ggas better f*ckin run!

(Chorus)
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