Artist: Bushwick Bill f/ Unidentified Artists Album: No Surrender... No Retreat Song: 2 Hard 2 Test Typed by: WakMasterA@aol.com, dy_face@yahoo.com * This Song's name was altered to 'Coming With That Shit' on the 2001 release album 'Universal Small Souljah' [Intro: Unidentified Artist #1] Don't fucker don't! Ha ha (*Gun Shot*) Yeah ain't no bangers in this motherfucking joint nigga Just niggaz on some mack, player-listic, real shit! Come.. coming again but I'ma get them (*Gun Shot*) Come.. coming again but I'ma get them (*Gun Shot*) [Verse One: Bushwick Bill] I see you punk motherfuckers trying to mix me In a place where a mark old bitch would be So I guess, I gotta let that fucking thug out Bug out, I'm seeing you dead niggaz drug out I know you saying damn I hate him But gats ventilating talking niggaz bodies like Mentholatum I caught a nigga like that; when I was clubbing confronted him Then I dumped off in his chest Motherfucker thought I was bluffing when I let it known Nigga, anything that's my business please leave it alone And fools gonna have to learn this bullshit the hard way And I'll be stuck for life, where the bard's stay I give a fuck about your bitch-ass There'll be a lot of motherfuckers in this world wearing shit bags Fuck talk, all I do is shoot nigga I been pushed too motherfucking far nigga [Chorus: Bushwick Bill] You fools done fucked around and you tried to hard to test Now I'm coming with some shit to crush to vest Even a small soldier got a point when he gotta snap And blow you rotten motherfuckers off the map You fools done fucked around and you tried to hard to test Now I'm coming with some shit to crush to vest "So why in the fuck you wanna act up? Known when I can shoot your ass and your chest and blow your back up" [Verse Two: Bushwick Bill] Dollars and Sense is a motherfucking player crew But God damn it, players have beef too And it's usually you jealous-ass niggaz But sometimes even them whores' heads get bigger And Mr. Chuck's too short to buy that Shocked when I glocked that bitch, wear your weave tied whore Because the game done changed and it's strange How when a niggaz dentures; be the next niggaz name to flip When they see a playful nigga, like me bust a cap Now Mr. Chuck got a murder rap And now they wanna stop me from breathing But them better believe that me got something up my sleeve Bully-bye-bye, bye bye, when I drive by Die die, when the motherfucking bullets fly I didn't ask for this shit but you brought it to me You played pussy now get fucked, you pushed me [Chorus] [Verse Three: Unidentified Artist #2 Impersonates Scarface] Now I have no remorse, one slip of the tongue And now we're making arrangements for your corpse My body turns into the left field Counting up the body count as I hear the caps peel Now I wasn't known for eating the flesh of the enemies Stalking you in packs so the killers done with these Ripping your flesh now you're only seconds from your death Feel your heart pounding while you're taking your last breath I hear you saying that you ain't scared to die Then reality sets in, gun shots rings, and now you start to cry I guess you never knew how it would be You messed up with me, now eternally you will rest in peace You should've never played no games with me You should've never sparked no flames with me And now you understand your life is scarred You played a deadly game and it's a shame I had to pull your card [Chorus]