Gang Starr: Comin for dat azz

Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C. [Guru] I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies Play a hoe like a hoe, play a sucka like stymied Try me, and you'll descend into your end Never thought it could be you well think again my friend My pen illuminates, and dooms the fakes You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away Just behave and be a good son -- or else I'm bringin the noise cause most emcees are puns I used to chill in Roxbury now I'm comin outta Brooklyn Herb niggaz are assed out, y'all get tooken or taken, and that's word to all rude bwoy Jamaican I swing bitch, yes I'm crankin Just like an Alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin new Pumped to put some lead in your crew A hollow point shot, cause your weak shallow point's not hittin -- should've gave up from the beginning But since you're bluffin with your tape that's trash Tell your peeps that we comin for datazz "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C. Whose that lurkin in the dark with the hoodie strapped; puffin on a blizz, mellow meditatin black? I ain't impressed cause the rest they fess Sometimes I wanna flip, clap a hole in they chest but I lay back, as I prepare for the payback And drop the master rhymes with the mad crew from wayback I stay back, I watch, the whole job, you botched Couldn't maintain, it's like your brain just stopped But the Gang is on the prowl kid like Lector Paint a logo with your blood so you niggaz remember the Chain and the Star, mysticle and never typical The average rap group, ain't even equipped to go head up, I'm dead up, you ducks could never last You fakin jacks, we comin for datazz "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C. I heard some hardheaded punks wanna see me Jealous of a nigga just because he's on TV You know the video shows that you be watchin Call up and request so you can see it more often My persona sheds more light than a nova Cause niggaz are soldier, yo this war, it ain't over And ain't no stopping like McFadden and Whitehead You might get dead, fuckin around like you do Pursue the knowledge that's available Before your chump-style game and your punk friends fail you Gonna dissect your brain for a minute Look at your puny ass world and what's in it Nothin, that's how long you've been frontin I figured by now that you've come up with somethin But you're still the same snake with my name on your mouth Wanna know what I'm doin, wanna know why I shine? Cause I'm the rebirth, so now you gotta see me first I kick more facts than paperbacks for research and knees hurt, next you feel em bucklin The huge pussy look on your face reveals the sucker inside of ya, because I checked the way you're ridin the jimsome, better sing more than a hymn son Never sustain the true pain of my wisdom Never be able to touch GangStarr True indeed, I believe in takin my words far Across the seas and deserts, through the trees and grass And if you ain't on point, then we comin for datazz "Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come" --> Run-D.M.C. * DJ Premier cuts n scratches *