How We Comin` (Southern Fried Mix)

<br>*(Ric Roc talking)*<br><br>Huh, yeah this is that shit. That shit you all been waitin for. That <br>shit that slap yo mama like she the average stank hoe bitch. (I`m <br>comin!)<br><br>Can`t you smell them bodies gettin fried (I`m comin!)<br>Oooooh, you ain`t never lied (How we comin`!)<br>Somebody said we comin hella high (How we comin!)<br>Oooooh, you ain`t never lied (juss sit back an peep nigga)<br>(I`m comin)<br><br>Verse 1 *(Black C)*<br><br>Check these flows we deliver<br>makin the hardest rapper shiver<br>when a killa touch the mic, I`m givin him blows<br>to the brain like Mike and despite<br>them faulty ass niggaz who try to cross me<br>smel of coffee, cuz it`s burnin<br>I`m gettin that money like Mike Vernon<br>while ya learin, we teachin, you reapin<br>what yo soul, see the whole load is gettin heavy<br>now ya ready, to pull a lick<br>I`m pullin a switch<br>pullin yo black mask down<br>I put my fuckin mash down so now<br>you know that dog in me<br>maybe that hog in me<br>got me runnin around town wit no love an actin thuggishly<br>but ruggidly I`m comin<br>my nigga Ric Roc passed the glock, now we dumpin<br>we dumpin<br><br>Verse 2 *(Big Lurch)*<br><br>Comin, pumpin<br>brain waves wit no assumptions<br>I`m ready to ruin somethin<br>if you want it, come get it I`m bumpin<br>wigs, get split quick, fuckin wit this, you don`t understand<br>this ain`t yo average man<br>matter fact I`m a buck, buck, buckin<br>an leavin you shell struck an I`m dumpin yo ass wit precussions<br>no disscussions, juss bustin 9 millimeters disperstin<br>and the worse you been cursed, in a hearse and<br>watchin all you extersions<br>lay down to your knees and your worryin<br>evaporatin for purgerin, an disturbin `em<br>hit the nerve and then<br>we sweet swervin<br>back to the hood to get a lil bit mo pervin.<br><br>Verse 3 *(Mystikal & Big Lurch)*<br><br>I`m one of the fresh mutha fuckas tattooed for the murderin<br>and didn`t nobody have to go and bury him.<br><br>I`m walkin down the street wit a glock <br>an my loons ain`t to be played in this game<br>nigga I`m hurtin `em.<br><br>*(Chorus)*<br><br>*(Ric Roc talking during chorus)*<br><br>Oooh. Most deceiving to the soul. Negros will come from near and far, <br>juss to find out who we are. We are... RBL. Big Lurch, Hitman, Mystikal, <br>this is how we comin.<br><br>Verse 4 *(Hitman)*<br><br>Now who these niggaz who`s always frontin<br>like talkin behind our back<br>scared to confront the strap, we can let it all react<br>or we can take 10 paces back, and watch your brains collapse<br>or we can handle this like gentlemen and juss scrap<br>try and cross me like longitude, latitude<br>I show no gratitude to another nigga wit an attitude<br>I gets to taggin fools<br>hittin roofs like, Rictor Rooter<br>you get dumped calls, I make house calls like Roto-Rooter<br>hoes be ridin my dick like a scooter<br>maybe cuz we swerve<br>fuck around wit these hoes on the curb<br>while I get the bullets reserved<br>the nerve<br>somebody`s always tryin to tell me what my title bout<br>get served, it don`t take like rocket scientist to figure this out<br>when I emerge, I`m on like National Geographics when I have this<br>my clicks got graphics like Sega Saturn which is only like 32-bits<br>blow you to bits<br>these pieces is bad for your health<br>so put a quarter in yo ass, cuz you played your self.<br><br>Verse 5 *(Mystikal)*<br><br>Nasty vomit, mildew, rottin I`m the violentest<br>I make the most advanced hightech state of the art rapper sound childish<br>no matter how hard you try, you can`t come no where round us<br>even if you scream at the top of your lungs (AHHH!) <br>I`m a still be the loudest<br>HAAAAAAAAA!<br>Wildest<br>hand full of niggaz ain`t gonna get hurt<br>rest of y`all niggaz gettin dimolished<br>red peppers and hot tamales<br>it`s the nigga that`s gonna be tighter than grip plyers <br>cussin like Richard Pryor<br>I came down here, fixin to bust yo head<br>don`t try an sleep on me nigga, you gonna have nightmares bout what I <br>said<br>mouths get busted<br>ooh you know you gonna get rushed<br>nigga put it together, wiped out and brushed up<br>comin from the bottom of sound elevation to the occassion<br>this ain`t no fuckin past time<br>BITCH THIS AN OCCUPATION!<br>So fool what you talkin bout, where my money?<br>Or wit my fist down yo mutha fuckin throat.... HOW I BE COMIN!!<br><br>*(Chorus)*<br><br>*(Ric Roc talking during chorus)*<br><br>An I swam, all the way from the shark infested waters of New Orleans, to <br>the Golden Gate Bridge, an I`ve never seen playas like this. Spittin <br>game all the way from Dallas, Texas, all the way to Alabama. Hate, money <br>and Ric Roc. We have Big Lurch, RBL, and that nigga Mystikal. BATCH! Ha.<br><br>I`m comin! <br>How we comin! x2