The Queens native built his reputation with street-level mixtapes and quickly became one of the city's leading DJs, graced with the latest tracks by the biggest names. Popular New York hip-hop station Hot 97 brought him aboard for a while in the late '90s alongside fellow DJ heavyweight Funkmaster Flex. The air time furthered his reputation, and Jay-Z in turn invited him to join forces with Roc-a-Fella, which released Clue?'s major-label debut, The Professional (1997). The album featured primarily exclusive tracks, each boasting one of New York's top rappers, everyone from Nas and Mobb Deep to DMX and Ja Rule.
A second volume followed in 2000, and in the meantime Clue? toured with Roc-a-Fella in support of Jay-Z's Hard Knock Life album as documented on Backstage (2000). He then parted ways with Roc-a-Fella and embarked on his own path, establishing Desert Storm Records and debuting Fabolous in 2001. Years later, once Jay-Z ascended to the position of president of Def Jam, Clue? recorded The Professional, Pt. 3 (2006).
Coming For You )
DJ Clue Lyrics
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1, 2 Sigel comin for you
3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door
5, 6 man I want those bricks
7, 8 gonna give up dat weight
9, 10 I'll put da glock to ya chin
11, 12 man I'll see you in hell
1, 2 Freeway's comin for your ass
3, 4 you better watch yo stash
5, 6 have you duckin from dem clips
7, 8 fuck it I can't wait
[Beanie]
Don't get scurred
[Beanie]
1, 2 Sigel comin for you
3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door
5, 6 man I want those bricks
7, 8 gonna give up dat weight
9, 10 I'll put da glock to ya chin
11, 12 man I'll see you in hell
[Beanie]
I handle tools like hammers and wratches
Gats wit metal attachments, how you want it metal or plastic
Disrespect your fam bastard, close your casket
Then I give 'em a can of hold your ashes
Visions of the killer for we rose a passin
True killer, true thug, never show no passion
Hit your rug, hit your ceiling, if I know if you stashin
Wrong, nigga da rug, nigga know who you passin
Fresh year from rammin off da zany's fours and perks
Keep da semi handy jammin you for war or work
Niggas like da border goin bizurk
On the roof bangin dat swat, lettin off shots and spurts
Dey tryin to trap me in da back of da yard
Man I'm lettin every cat fall hittin from da cap to da sarge
Can't see me back in da yard, two wacks back to da wall
Use da two gat stash pack in da wall
Picture Mac liftin up racks in da yard
I had da block shiftin up knocking off racks by the yard
Dope from dem dudes, smokeless, confused
Shit, dey ain't know if dey want a crack from da saw
Switch dey life, straight from da pipe to da straw
Coke in dey vein, what you want da dope or da cane
I open da game, to sniffin da D, X to da Z
Hot shit from B-Sig consecutively
[Freeway]
1, 2 Freeway's comin for your ass
3, 4 you better watch yo stash
5, 6 have you duckin from dem clips
7, 8 fuck it I can't wait
[Freeway]
Y'all niggas crazy think dat Free won't draw da lev
Prefer da nine but I got da four four instead
I move dymes who your dyme get her home in da bed
Tell dat triflin bitch I want more than head
Free might spark at ya clip take more than bread
Guns and bricks while young bulls hug da block
Dey love da strip, help 'em get chains and watches
Guns and kicks, Freeway my name is priceless, flow is sick,
And remember if you lie on Free
Lie in da lake, while your bitch lies on Free
She ride on da snake and my whip over her key
We ride in da jakes, empty clips hop on Amtrak
Out of da state, broody shit, you and yo man, right outta ya case
Hold dis clip blow your brain right outta ya face
Flow legendary, hotter than Mase
Dude Free never where we outta da case
Roc-A-Fella pop criss til we outta da case
Form da hood nigga Nikes, Delts, and 'Lo Sport
Hood niggas just like me, belted and blow court
Hood chickens just bite me well and blow squad
I was 16, 12,000 wit no job
And I skipped school, gripped a bitch wit no ride
See the crack smoked leave bitch wit no thighs, no tits
Rob hustlers wit no clips, no guns, left niggas wit no chips
And the flow runs like da Mississippi River
And your hoe comes, ya bitch hear me when I whisper
Silence all guns hit 'em fo-fo-fo-fo-for dey hit ya
If we comin for you than nigga we gonna get ya
[Beanie]
1, 2 Sigel comin for you
3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door
5, 6 man I want those bricks
7, 8 gonna give up dat weight
9, 10 I'll put da glock to ya chin
11, 12 man I'll see you in hell
[Freeway]
1, 2 Freeway's comin for your ass
3, 4 you better watch yo stash
5, 6 have you duckin from dem clips
7, 8 fuck it I can't wait
The lyrics to DJ Clue?’s song "Coming For You" are explicitly violent and portray the life of crime that some individuals are drawn into. The lyrics are essentially a threat to the subject of the song, outlining the various ways in which Beanie Sigel and Freeway are coming for them. The chorus is structured like a counting game, adding tension and suspense to the lyrics. Beanie Sigel's rapping is hard-hitting and gritty, detailing the various tools he uses to harm his enemies, while Freeway's verse focuses more on his willingness to take down anyone who gets in his way. The song paints the picture of the harsh realities of their lifestyles, where people are willing to do whatever it takes to survive, even if that means resorting to violence.
The lyrics are significant because they offer a glimpse into the mindset of individuals who oftentimes resort to violence to get what they want. The lyrics detail the various ways that Beanie Sigel and Freeway would retaliate against those who crossed them, showcasing the deadly nature of the life of crime. Overall, the song is a cautionary tale to those who might be tempted to follow in their footsteps.
Line by Line Meaning
1, 2 Sigel comin for you
Sigel is coming to deal with you.
3, 4 I'm gonna kick in your door
I am going to forcefully enter your space.
5, 6 man I want those bricks
I am interested in obtaining those valuable items.
7, 8 gonna give up dat weight
You will surrender what I desire.
9, 10 I'll put da glock to ya chin
I will use my firearm to threaten you.
11, 12 man I'll see you in hell
I will harm you without mercy.
1, 2 Freeway's comin for your ass
Freeway is coming to deal with you.
3, 4 you better watch yo stash
You should protect your valuables.
5, 6 have you duckin from dem clips
You will be avoiding bullets.
7, 8 fuck it I can't wait
I am too impatient, I will act now.
Don't get scurred
Don't be afraid.
I handle tools like hammers and wratches
I am skilled with weapons and tools like hammers and wrenches.
Gats wit metal attachments, how you want it metal or plastic
My guns have metal parts, do you want to be shot with metal or plastic?
Disrespect your fam bastard, close your casket
If you disrespect my family, you will die.
Then I give 'em a can of hold your ashes
I will kill you and hold your ashes in a container.
Visions of the killer for we rose a passin
I am anticipating violence and death.
True killer, true thug, never show no passion
I am a true killer and thug with no emotional attachment.
Hit your rug, hit your ceiling, if I know if you stashin
I will search every inch of your space to find what I want.
Wrong, nigga da rug, nigga know who you passin
You are hiding your valuables in the wrong place, I know where you are hiding them.
Fresh year from rammin off da zany's fours and perks
I am high on drugs such as Xanax and Percocet.
Keep da semi handy jammin you for war or work
I carry a semi-automatic weapon for protection and violence.
Niggas like da border goin bizurk
People in my area are becoming increasingly violent.
On the roof bangin dat swot, lettin off shots and spurts
I am on the roof firing my gun erratically.
Dey tryin to trap me in da back of da yard
They are attempting to corner me in the back of the yard.
Man I'm lettin every cat fall hittin from da cap to da sarge
I am shooting everyone who gets in my way without discrimination.
Can't see me back in da yard, two wacks back to da wall
I am impossible to outrun, even when I am cornered.
Use da two gat stash pack in da wall
I have hidden weapons in the wall to use in times of need.
Picture Mac liftin up racks in da yard
I am imagining myself carrying valuables out of the yard.
I had da block shiftin up knocking off racks by the yard
I caused chaos and destruction while stealing from the yard.
Dope from dem dudes, smokeless, confused
I obtained drugs from unreliable people, they were not what they seemed.
Shit, dey ain't know if dey want a crack from da saw
They were unsure if they wanted drugs or violence.
Switch dey life, straight from da pipe to da straw
They switched from smoking drugs to snorting them.
Coke in dey vein, what you want da dope or da cane
They are addicted to cocaine and must choose between that or violence to maintain their lifestyle.
I open da game, to sniffin da D, X to da Z
I introduce people to drugs, from MDMA to Xanax.
Hot shit from B-Sig consecutively
I am providing a consistent, high-quality product.
Y'all niggas crazy think dat Free won't draw da lev
You are mistaken if you think I won't use violence.
Prefer da nine but I got da four four instead
I prefer one type of gun, but will use another if necessary.
I move dymes who your dyme get her home in da bed
I am influential and can make women do what I want.
Tell dat triflin bitch I want more than head
Tell that disrespectful woman that I want more from her than just oral sex.
Free might spark at ya clip take more than bread
I may use my gun to take more than just money.
Guns and bricks while young bulls hug da block
Young people are selling drugs on the streets to make money.
Dey love da strip, help 'em get chains and watches
They enjoy selling drugs on the streets to help them buy chains and watches.
Guns and kicks, Freeway my name is priceless, flow is sick
I am known for my violent tendencies and my musical talent.
And remember if you lie on Free
Do not lie to me.
Lie in da lake, while your bitch lies on Free
If you lie to me, you will end up dead in a lake while your significant other will be publicly shamed.
She ride on da snake and my whip over her key
She is disloyal and sleeps with other men while I am not around.
We ride in da jakes, empty clips hop on Amtrak
We escape on trains after using up our ammunition.
Out of da state, broody shit, you and yo man, right outta ya case
We flee the state and leave behind the criminal evidence and those who associate with us.
Hold dis clip blow your brain right outta ya face
I will use my gun to kill you by shooting you in the head.
Flow legendary, hotter than Mase
My rap skills are exceptional and top tier.
Dude Free never where we outta da case
I never settle for compromise or step down from a challenge.
Roc-A-Fella pop criss til we outta da case
My crew Roc-A-Fella will continue to cause chaos and violence until we are out of the case.
Form da hood nigga Nikes, Delts, and 'Lo Sport
I wear popular brands that are associated with a street style.
Hood niggas just like me, belted and blow court
People from the streets are similar to me, wearing belts and disregarding authority.
Hood chickens just bite me well and blow squad
Women from the streets are attracted to me and my crew.
I was 16, 12,000 wit no job
At age 16, I made $12,000 without an official job.
And I skipped school, gripped a bitch wit no ride
I skipped school and hung out with women who had no transportation.
See the crack smoked leave bitch wit no thighs, no tits
Drug addiction caused women in the streets to lose physical attributes.
Rob hustlers wit no clips, no guns, left niggas wit no chips
I robbed drug dealers who were unprepared and left them with nothing.
And the flow runs like da Mississippi River
My rap flow is smooth and continuous like the Mississippi River.
And your hoe comes, ya bitch hear me when I whisper
Your woman is attracted to me and is enticed by the sound of my voice.
Silence all guns hit 'em fo-fo-fo-fo-for dey hit ya
I will use my gun before someone can use theirs.
If we comin for you than nigga we gonna get ya
If we are after you, we will catch you no matter what.
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ROOSEVELT III HARRELL, LESLIE PRIDGEN, DWIGHT GRANT, BERNARD PARKER
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