Comin For Me

[Intro: Ap.9 & Sean Connery]
I need to know where this guy is, and I need to know now!
Yeah yeah
Or I'm gonna rat you out
Motherfuckin' one eight seven, yeah yeah
For all the shit I know that you've done in your life! I'm going to turn you over!
That's all it is nigga
Yeah, you know
Hella heavy
Yeah, I know they comin' for me
I know they comin' for me (Watch it)
Uh, bigga nigga

[Verse 1: Ap.9]
Yo, you niggas duck cats around your face is
Nothin' but duct tape
I need much breaks so back off for yo' soul take place
I'm frustratin' yo whole camp with sixteen bars
You talk about how I fluctuate with fifteen cars
I borrowed none, and far from y'all niggas don't spittin' arson
Flame, the game won't change, let me explain
From here to Kansas City (Okay) Jеrzy to Miami
You didn't catch me with two tight bitches up at the grammys?
Ask mе how we livin' in Cali (How you live in Cali?)
Is it really crazy? I tell 'em visit, or ride back to them [?]
The difference is it's young guns, tutored of that A1
Playin' red rum on the run this ain't no game blood
I said blood, now you think I gang bang but I don't
I'm from the bay and we say what we want
I got niggas in the O (Oakland) Niggas in the Sco (Frisco)
Niggas in the Rich that'll kill you and yo' bitch
I done jumped bail, now the bounty hunters is comin'
They know I'm runnin' but they bitch that bailed me out
That took me under
No use in frontin' it's all about takin' the right routes
Lookin' to the left they tryna check my every step
I was out of breath like *panting*
I was gon' die, runnin' from 'em like they tryna kill the AP.9
I was runnin' by surveillance, I'm so impatient
I was right about your state nigga, the federal state

[Chorus: Ap.9 & Willie Hen]
The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot
The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock
The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch
The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck
The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot
The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock
The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch
The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck

[Verse 2: Wilie Hen]
Do the math nigga, we some pimps and sav niggas
Act bad niggas, chin check jab niggas
Who ain't got the sense to put two and two together (What you stupid?)
It ain't just a t-shirt up under my leather
You suckas make yo' feet work, motherfucka you better
Your up outta here, clear up and you outta here
Fuck all that ego trippin' that desert eagle spittin the real
Like it was written, now listen to some shit you can feel
Two mob niggas rappin' on a bay mob heater
Thuggin' in the bay holdin' Peters
Rollin' niggas controllin' bitches and countin' figgas
Anything to make the paper bigger

[Interlude: Richard Bradford & Robert De Niro]
Who the hell do you think you are?
I'll have your ass hangin' from a flagpole in the mornin'
I pray to god that if I ever had a grievance I'd have a little more respect

[Chorus: Ap.9 & Keak Da Sneak, Willie Hen]
The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot
The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock
The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch
The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck
The police comin' for me, (Five O, Five O Nigga)
Here nigga hide up in the spot (Get up outta here cuzz)
The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock
The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch
The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck

[Verse 3: Keak Da Sneak]
[?]__Blast my enemies, take over infinity
[?] double shots like a blast of Hennessy
I'm ready to kill sum, fisk a minimal you couldn't with it
Say what? Quit kiddin' me
[?]___ take her virginity
It's the shit bags with my mac
Lickin' shots to ya kidneys
'Cause we are the world you better ask Whitney
I'm a town nigga, think I'ma move? And can't take my family with me?
Industry rules got the odds against me
They wanna come and get me
'Cause I'ma spit it like sixteen bars
Them baby sitter might like printed cigars
I fuck wit' stars, actresses [?] madresses
Thangs take it to 'em flyin air my packages
Through a man in the east coast connected with migo
And every seven days, I'm coppin' ten of them kilo's
I want cream, droppin' hot albums like ery month
Get independent money and still smokin' the [?]

[Chorus: Ap.9 & Willie Hen]
The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot
The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock
The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch
The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck
The police comin' for me, Here nigga hide up in the spot
The police comin' for me, and let that hooker hold the Glock
The police comin' for me Go hide the shit up in the dutch
The police comin' for me Switch up and jump up in the buck