Here We Come (feat. Irv Gotti & Ronny Bumps)

Man who gives a fuck ****?

Who gives a fuck...

MURDER...

MURDER INC ****!

How ya love dat, how ya love dat (what is it)

MURDER...

MURDER INC ****!

Yeah, step inside ****

Keep your fucking eyes open, observe, and watch this

(Watch me) Take the game, lock shit

Strictly for the gutter and the block ****

(Where my ****) and them bitches, GOTTI!

CEO, head honcho, boss

And all I do is break ****, and make doe

Gotta make sure - all my **** see

Murder...I motherfuckers, shit

Tell me how you want it, momma, lace it proper

Make hits hot, uh, can't shit stop her

Wrist rocked up - y'all know who that bitch

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 shit is murder I-N-C fo' sho

[Bumps] Ohhh! Cause here we come!

[R. Bumps] MURDER!

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

Shit, 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

BITCH! I know you want my spit

BITCH! I know you want what I got

BITCH! Hate me but I won't stop

Un-til I'm on top

(Chorus)

Now ladies if you sippin Cris

Then sip it till you get drunk

All my thugs in the back

Sippin 'gnac get fucked 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!

Yeah that's right Gangsta Chick (uh, uh, uh, uh)

What else would you expect from Murder Inc. **** (uh, uh, uh, uh)

(Uh, uh, uh, uh) *Chuckles

Y'all **** better fuckin run!

(Chorus)