Released: February 15, 1993
Songwriter: James Brown LL Cool J Marley Marl
Producer: Marley Marl
[Intro]
("I'm comin'")
("I'm comin'")
("I'm comin'")
("I'm comin'")
[Verse 1]
Boom bash, wake up, I set it off right
Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
You can call me R&B, that's only if it stands for Rough Brother
Word to my grandmother
I buck you in the head just to let ya know
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo'
Drag it out of ya, bring it on
I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond
I know you want a piece of the champ
But you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp
You thought I went for the flip
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop clip after clip
I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear
Jump inside your video, bust you with a chair
Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back
Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
Click click boom, stop dead in your tracks
Stick the steel in your mouth
Buck buck buck buck buck, lights out
[Chorus]
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
[Verse 2]
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean
(ooooh) kickin' you for real in the guillotine
Fourteen shots to your dome kid
I'm doin' time in the game like a bid
Movin' rhymes like a package
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that
And then some, dead dead dead, one by one
Never step to a real man
Cause your rhymes only work on a playground program
They impress your little friends, bring you a little ends
But you still you gotta ride in your man's Benz
Word to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya
Gotta set you on fire cause I gassed ya
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow
Unh (what) unh (what), that's the way it's goin' down
My new album ain't no joke
You wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob
Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make his heartthrob
What you gotta deal with is real, made of steel
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you just like a meal
Take off your clothes and taste the steel
[Chorus]
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
[Interlude]
Check baby
Check baby, yeah
Check baby
Check baby, uh
Check baby
Check baby
Check baby
Check baby
Check baby, uh
Check baby
Check baby
Check baby
Check baby
Check baby, yeah
Check baby
Check baby
[Verse 3]
Rockabye baby on the rooftop
Open up your mouth and taste my Glock
When your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall
Down will come the monkey, banana clip and all
Splat (buck buck buck) it's all over wit'
Another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit
The way I'm workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers converted
Non-believers get murdered, that’s how I preferred it
Get your face out the bill, catch the thrill
Carry a nine put your hoochies on the bill
The thought of you gettin' scarred turns me on
Like my first television with my backup tip hard
So where's your mouth kid? Where's your heart shorty?
It's all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty
You look thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy mercy
And ain't no way that you can rehearse for me
Murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure
It's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger
Put up your women, your crib, your speakers
Your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers
Your sister, your aunt, your crew, your Knicks
Got 'em booin' all you other rappers who think that's too tough
Bam bam, here's a hit you wish you had
A hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad
Dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead
Try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head
I pull your file, click
I know you're good to style, blaow
Livin' wild, when it comes to this I never smile
What did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your mama, be on your best behavior
It's never endin' and I am recommendin'
You put your name as Brendan
I see y'all that is blendin'
The message that I'm sendin'
Is there ain't no pretendin'
Get in the trunk, buy the album, here to end it
[Outro]
I'm comin'
("I'm comin'")
("I'm comin'")
("I'm comin'")
("I'm comin'")
[Verse 1]
Boom bash, wake up, I set it off right
Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
You can call me R&B, that's only if it stands for Rough Brother
Word to my grandmother
I buck you in the head just to let ya know
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo'
Drag it out of ya, bring it on
I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond
I know you want a piece of the champ
But you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp
You thought I went for the flip
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop clip after clip
I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear
Jump inside your video, bust you with a chair
Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back
Smack slap smack slap smack slap smack
Click click boom, stop dead in your tracks
Stick the steel in your mouth
Buck buck buck buck buck, lights out
[Chorus]
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
[Verse 2]
The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean
(ooooh) kickin' you for real in the guillotine
Fourteen shots to your dome kid
I'm doin' time in the game like a bid
Movin' rhymes like a package
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that
And then some, dead dead dead, one by one
Never step to a real man
Cause your rhymes only work on a playground program
They impress your little friends, bring you a little ends
But you still you gotta ride in your man's Benz
Word to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya
Gotta set you on fire cause I gassed ya
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow
Unh (what) unh (what), that's the way it's goin' down
My new album ain't no joke
You wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob
Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make his heartthrob
What you gotta deal with is real, made of steel
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you just like a meal
Take off your clothes and taste the steel
[Chorus]
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
("I'm comin'")
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
[Interlude]
Check baby
Check baby, yeah
Check baby
Check baby, uh
Check baby
Check baby
Check baby
Check baby
Check baby, uh
Check baby
Check baby
Check baby
Check baby
Check baby, yeah
Check baby
Check baby
[Verse 3]
Rockabye baby on the rooftop
Open up your mouth and taste my Glock
When your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall
Down will come the monkey, banana clip and all
Splat (buck buck buck) it's all over wit'
Another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit
The way I'm workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers converted
Non-believers get murdered, that’s how I preferred it
Get your face out the bill, catch the thrill
Carry a nine put your hoochies on the bill
The thought of you gettin' scarred turns me on
Like my first television with my backup tip hard
So where's your mouth kid? Where's your heart shorty?
It's all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty
You look thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy mercy
And ain't no way that you can rehearse for me
Murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure
It's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger
Put up your women, your crib, your speakers
Your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers
Your sister, your aunt, your crew, your Knicks
Got 'em booin' all you other rappers who think that's too tough
Bam bam, here's a hit you wish you had
A hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad
Dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead
Try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head
I pull your file, click
I know you're good to style, blaow
Livin' wild, when it comes to this I never smile
What did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your mama, be on your best behavior
It's never endin' and I am recommendin'
You put your name as Brendan
I see y'all that is blendin'
The message that I'm sendin'
Is there ain't no pretendin'
Get in the trunk, buy the album, here to end it
[Outro]
I'm comin'
14 Shots to the Dome
- All We Got Left is the Beat
- Funkadelic Relic
- Crossroads
- (NFA) No Frontin Allowed
- Stand By Your Man
- Straight From Queens
- Soul Survivor
- Back Seat (of My Jeep)
- How I’m Comin’
- A Little Somethin’
- Diggy Down
- Pink Cookies In a Plastic Bag Getting Crushed by Buildings
- Buckin’ Em Down
- Ain’t No Stoppin’ This
- Pink Cookies In a Plastic Bag Getting Crushed by Buildings (Remix)
- 14 Shots to the Dome (1993)
- Doin’ It
- Mama Said Knock You Out
- I Shot Ya (Remix)
- Around the Way Girl
- I Need Love
- I’m Bad
- 4,3,2,1
- Hey Lover
- Luv U Better
- Rock the Bells
- Going Back to Cali
- Loungin (Who Do Ya Luv)
- The Ripper Strikes Back
- Headsprung
- To Da Break of Dawn
- Pink Cookies In a Plastic Bag Getting Crushed by Buildings
- Big Ole Butt
- Paradise
- Deepest Bluest (Shark’s Fin)
- I Can’t Live Without My Radio
- Jack the Ripper
- Cheesy Rat Blues
- Jingling Baby
- Hush