Come Get Me
An artist, I draw guns on small time dealers making their little re-up. Stuck up assholes, treating their friends like shit until they’re crying to their buddies saying, “Fiends pulled a stick up on me.”
Even with drug problems, I’m dressed nice. Still with money in my pocket and my ears to those places decent people won’t go.
I always hear so and so is talking shit. Someone sent word, said tell me my name tastes like pussy in their mouth.
“Sending word back,” I said, “Tell ‘em soon it’s gonna taste like blood.”
THC gangstas, Dirty White Boys. Anybody can get it if they’ve got it and I want it.
I’ve been lucky so far. Running into bitches not willing to die over their product.
Great! Cause I swear I don’t want to hurt anybody. Get my ass whooped almost every time I fight.
Anyone else with a gun on ‘em would smoke somebody first. Not me, but the way things are going, I’m gonna have to pull the trigger.
My name is on a lot of people’s hit lists. Just the other day someone warned me to stay away from a certain part of town. Said if I get caught out that way, I’m getting my head busted wide open, if not something much worse.
Little no name gang at least put out a warning. Some people claim it’s going down on site if they spot me anywhere.
Motherfuckers act like I’m a recluse in isolation. Terrified to come out. Hell no!
So, tell whoever’s talking shit to come get me! I already know it’s inevitable. So, who will be the first to make me pull the trigger? I’ve gotta do what I gotta do.
Started out breaking into the dope spot. Flipping everything upside down. Sometimes we found drugs plus cash and guns too. Other times we didn’t find shit.
When I say we, well, back then there was my partner, his girlfriend and me. Marcy was a thieving bitch, but once we introduced firearms to our game, she wanted out.
Lester couldn’t let her go, so I told him to go back to playing middleman and cashing bad checks.
Those two will still be breathing once I‘m buried and covered with worms.
I know it’s coming. When my time does come, whoever it is better be ready.
I’m always watching my back; a scared man is a dangerous man.
They better remember to watch their back!
They’ll see me face my fears if I go broke.
So fucking real, they can’t stop me. That’s why those cowards make threats. I hear ‘em all, even pick it apart when they try to say something slick.
If they’re ever brave enough to do all the shit they talk about, I’ll be ready.