Artist: U-God Album: Come Back Strong (S) Song: Come Back Strong Typed by: Davida.b. [U-God] Yo, yo, all out the holsters, super soakers Scope semi, and your Remy on the coster, quick MC Ultra, star studded choker Red Testarosas, with these rugged rap roaches, bitch From coast to coast a, date a local Forty fort posters, poker face for you joker's here Stems and mochas, certified crack broker Vida loca, eatin' choca on your sofa, bed I'm Sammy Sosa, back stroker, Drama King Don't talk to me, let the fuckin' llama sing Bounce with Bahama thing, just rubbin' the spot Thick ass with a wicked jumpshot, shit What the blood clot? Rebels lock The ghetto blocks, keep your head level and your metal cocked And unstoppable force, juggernaut, twin glocks Gun to your lips, locked to the barrel, kid Jump out your hip hop apparel And wrestle in the Gravel Pit, the road gets narrow, bitch For my momma name Vera, here's a flaming arrow And shit is sterile, I'm suede, kickin' your flannel The And 1 handle, mansion like Sopranos Long commando, packed with the mega ammo Vandals out the box slam you Yo, the actual, factual, act is, I'm a natural [Chorus: U-God] Everytime I come back strong Ya'll keep sleepin' on, but I keep creepin' on Now it's time to bounce back ya'll Ya'll keep sleepin' on, but I keep keepin' on Everytime I come back strong Ya'll keep sleepin' on, but I keep creepin' on Everybody love my songs [U-God] It's 2003, time to catch new bodies New hotties, new shotties, some say I'm too snotty, kid I got a new hobby, God Body karate Mazaratti, my hair stay knotty, yeah Pop wheelies on Ducatti, fuck Delta Walley Butter soft taco, clog up the arteries Hog up the party scene, damn, if I told ya'll Off with his head, it's the Samurai Soldier, kid Full exposure, lovin' the soul on a role, call I told ya'll, I drop bulldozers, kid Hold you in, contempt of court Cuz what I vent from the heart, I don't need no ground support My necklace talkin', Lexus bought, was injected and froze In the nose, yo, you chose to snort it This reckless sportsman, bososman bounced in the walkman Last name Hawkings, got your lost in The lethal nerves, heat superb You think he won't blow, punk? You gonna eat those words You see his birds, all furred out Herbal smoke chokin', eyeballs all slurred out, yeah This that and that third turn out Enterprise, stack pies til the sun burn out, shit Learn about the 'lethal weapon', rap Danny Clover Uncanny brother, never judge a book by the cover [Chorus] [Hook 4X: U-God] Grind it up, grind it up Gind it up, put it out, cut 'em down [Chorus]