Who’s Comin’ Wit da Shit Na Songtext
von The Beatnuts

My glock, will make the whole fucking block rumble
Y′all niggers need to watch me approaching in double
See I aint got a pop to piss,
Watching you homo niggers pop that chriss
Drive by me hanging out that riff
See if a nigger don't chop it off
Y′all nigger's talk too much shit, y'all need to nock it off
Catch your mum coming off the train
Put an ice pick in the back of her brain, it′s that plain
I want everything or nothing at all
Give you more smash than whatcha-m′call
I get love when I shop at the mall (JuJu)
They all atcha throwing down at your feet,
Always acting like something sweet
You don't know me, homie
I′m lifeless, always getting caught in a crisis
The only way out now is the write this
Everybody kiss my ass, coz i'm only flying business class
You cant afford it nigger, don′t ask


If it aint Psycho its JuJu
And if it aint JuJu its Psycho - 'Who′s comin wit da shit na'
If it aint JuJu its Psycho
And if it aint Psycho its JuJu - 'Who′s comin wit da shit na′

Aiyyo, niggers wanna ban me like rice cakes
So I grab my Nuts, and tell 'em ′have a nice day'
They wanna hate on me, all day
Talk shit, likes its ok
And my reply is, noway José
You popping so much bull i′m ready to say?
We drop the illest joints, that get no play
All these industry cats, cant stop the funk
So hit the deck, when I turn this up, and pop the truck
And circulate, the state like a Charlie
Gonna keep the party, peoples hands up, like volleyball
Its big physc, making big money stacks,
Retaliating on you funny cats with murder tracks â


If it aint Psycho its JuJu
And if it aint JuJu its Psycho - 'Who′s comin wit da shit na'
If it aint JuJu its Psycho
And if it aint Psycho its JuJu - 'Who′s comin wit da shit na′
If it aint Psycho its JuJu
And if it aint JuJu its Psycho - 'Who′s comin wit da shit na'
If it aint JuJu its Psycho
And if it aint Psycho its JuJu - ′Who's comin wit da shit na′

Heads bop to the beat, put your rocks at your feet
On the block with fleet, base rattles the concrete
Spit, heat like summer, let it clap like thunder
I'm always in and out of the hood, politician was good
Let my pen write on paper, party in the skyscraper
Who's the amazing, Willy Stubs, blazing the haze and
Hot like the mother-fucking hell that I be raising
Pimp shorty, short me like, please don′t report me
My life′s? Whilst I'm only out to get the jewellery
Three heavy weights on the triple beam it seems
Don′t ever preach us, you'll finally decompose in the mud
Willy Stubs and Beatnuts, Beatnuts and Willy Stubs- âcha-cha-cha forward, backâ
Got you hoping for the new shit, exclusive, we bombing
Killer instincts alarming, now who the fuck you harming?
Your foaming like the five? This joints double
Official, that′s why we're gonna shine like crystals Bling
âUh, yea, we requested this or we rewind itâ

Who′s coming wit da shit na?
Who's coming wit da shit na?
Who's coming wit da shit na?
Who′s coming wit da shit na?
Who′s coming wit da shit na?
Who's coming wit da shit na?
Who′s coming wit da shit na?
Who's coming wit da shit na?