Comin’ for Datazz Gang Starr

[Chorus]
Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come

[Verse 1: Guru]
I hit the chicks with the nice round heinies
Play a ho like a ho, play a sucker like Stymie
Try me and you'll descend into your end
Never thought it could be you, well, think again, my friend
My pen illuminates and dooms the fakes
You're soon to break, you're strawberry like shortcake
I'm in that ass with my Timbs all day
You couldn't tarnish my rep, so you crept away
Just behave and be a good son
Or else I'm bringin' the noise 'cause most emcees are puns
Used to chill in Roxbury, now I'm comin' out of Brooklyn
Herb niggas are assed out, y'all get tooken
Or taken, and that's word to all rude boy Jamaican
I swing, bitch, yes, I'm crankin'
Just like an Alpine, a deadly rhyme, brand spankin' new
Pumped to put some lead in your crew
A hollow point shot 'cause your weak shallow point's not hittin'
Should've gave up from the beginning
But since you're bluffin' with your tape that's trash
Tell your peeps that we comin' for that ass

[Chorus]
Here we come, here we come, here we kiddy-come-come