Here We Come by Young Murder Squad Lyrics

Verse 1:
Well there they go
Some other young niggas from the west coast
My G's over here, motherfucker you don't know
Disappear like a ghost
When we swerve to deserve you
You don't understand why these vocals have some [?]

Verse 2:
We go strapped like 8 nigga we puts it in ya
Like chrome, we no surrender, so how you figure?
The East Side, the ride, that slow-mo west coast
My Nigga Mac in the purple house givin' up the baby locs

Verse 3:
On the West Side, motherfuckers out to ride
For the real kill, get caught and take a deal
Real nigga, yo, we dwell on the Pacific
And [?] to the shit they call explicit

Verse 4:
What is this? Four niggas puttin' it down and we loc it
One shot from the Glock'll crack your whole dome open
And we sold it, leave your brains hangin' then we stash it
Givin' block to block in the 7-6 glass house
Chorus:
Here they come, motherfuckers, here they come (x8)

Verse 5:
Yo D is back to it, part 2 and it's G shit
Why you messed times Evil Side Evils a hit
Stupid Biatch, my clique rolls on D's involved
With hella beat, so beat young D, as I creep

Verse 6:
Mass murdering motherfuckers revoke as we stay
And no joking when you locing with some niggas from L.A
We don't play, we testy as fuck, so believe that
The west coast is [?] the east, we breezy as crack

Verse 7:
We havin' a smash, and leave bloody bodies all over the place
Niggas with no identity, the buckshot was up in his face
And no trace of the killer, you know what that does mean
A murderous nigga from the squad, with the Evil Side G

Verse 8:
Well it's the E to the S.S.Y.M.S.G we stack
From crack and park the lac in the back
Got over, rollin' a rang rover, a soldier
But you wanna roller, in a benz-oller, niggola
Chorus:
Here they come, motherfuckers, here they come (x8)

Verse 9:
It's the Evil Side, take a walk where I ride
Razor blades in your mouth I got a Glock on my side
If I, don't mind D, cuz I'm a G
The west coast prodeje gang bang
Niggas fuck them

Verse 10:
So you niggas be knowing that we gangsters ride from the west coast
Comin' over here to flesh styles I hope you make it home
So leave it alone, punk, or you can take it like you wanna
You better not talk no shit, tryna come to California

Verse 11:
I gives a fuck, motherfuckers, is what these niggas stressin'
Reachin' for my heat, Oh, Chrome .40 Smith & Wesson
Point it to ya dome, nigga it's on
Hollow tips explode, you got your brains blown

Verse 12:
West Coast riders, F.O L.I.F.E
.40 Smith & Wesson, double safety, which ain't really needed
'Cuz when I let loose, I need no felon altercation
My aspiration is to get the bastard in the [?]
Chorus:
Here they come, motherfuckers, here they come (x8)

All (talking):
Nigga this West Coast Riders
This is for all you niggas on the East Coast that's tryna diss the West Coast undercover
Bitch ass nigga
Toe to toe nigga
Blow for blow, let's see who hit the flo'
This is Young D from the Young Squad
Tellin' you like it is nigga
From '96, so here we come