They Comin' (feat. T-Mo & Khujo Goodie)

Here's some shit make ya go "Hmmmm" Have you ever wondered why the world hates you? Maybe it's because you is a child of God? Hmmm They come (they come) Yeah, You best be done ready becausec they come (they come) Better hold your straps ready because they come (they come) Your mens better not be spaghetti because they come (they come) You turn your pocket into grafitti yeah they come (they come) Nigga you ain't ready but they come (they come) You better hold your straps ready because they come (they come) Yeah they come (they come) Yeah They come (they come) Now here they come They say the sound of revelation takin em off while your occupation Now we all computers puttin cheques by sharp shooters You cruise world, one nation undivided but deliver me from evil And these crazy people all across the world All out warfare mentally, physically, spiritually, emotionally Fulfullin, you ain't doin no killin Cause I ain't scared I got friends comin to my house And I gonna put you on your place By the grace of god Because I don't really think you ball that hard That's what your mouth said (Chorus) It's like the whole damn world is caught Now y'all whole motherfuckers is just rotten Like the CIA, the IRS, the DEA, the FBI and whoever else with three letters in they names You think you quick on the draw puttin them ten times is mo better We got all the superstitions they got all the cheddar You don't own nothin You bought from them we might as well say we just leasin Ain't no reason then why the preacher and his false teachins Keepin hot coals over your heads Yeah when I looked into your eyes I will see that (Chorus X2)