How We Comin’ (Southern Fried Mix) RBL Posse (Ft. Big Lurch & Mystikal)

*(Ric Roc talking)*

Huh, yeah this is that shit. That shit you all been waitin for. That
Shit that slap yo mama like she the average stank ho bitch. (I'm
Comin!)

Can't you smell them bodies gettin fried (I'm comin!)
Oooooh, you ain't never lied (How we comin'!)
Somebody said we comin hella high (How we comin!)
Oooooh, you ain't never lied (juss sit back an peep nigga)
(I'm comin)

Verse 1 *(Black C)*

Check these flows we deliver
Makin the hardest rapper shiver
When a killa touch the mic, I'm givin him blows
To the brain like Mike and despite
Them faulty ass niggas who try to cross me
Smel of coffee, cuz it's burnin
I'm gettin that money like Mike Vernon
While ya learin, we teachin, you reapin
What yo soul, see the whole load is gettin heavy
Now ya ready, to pull a lick
I'm pullin a switch
Pullin yo black mask down
I put my fuckin mash down so now
You know that dog in me
Maybe that hog in me
Got me runnin around town wit no love an actin thuggishly
But ruggidly I'm comin
My nigga Ric Roc passed the Glock, now we dumpin
We dumpin