Here We Come
U-God Lyrics


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(feat. INF-Black, Letha Face)

[Intro: INF-Black]
Gangster this and gangster that
Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!

[U-God]
I got a deathwish, my playlist is wreckless
Almost famous but the natives gettin' restless
Leave 'em breathless, guess who popped up
With pile out, hear you talkin' like Wu's washed up
Squash what, I got balls and guts, more deluxe
The magnetic flux, in the all black tux'
And my back's all hushed, lead showers for you mutts
I devour the cuts with a power packed punch
And cowards I hunt, when I ride with my gun
I'm like a spoke on the wheel that glides on the drum
Through the, smoke I reveal, I'm the rising sun
That go through your shield, is he really that Hill?
Let the streets decide, with nerves of steel
Let the beats collide, with the death-defyin' skill
And beneath the sky, lurkin' network of strangers
That insert the danger with a touch of a finger

[Chorus: Letha Face (INF-Black)]
Oh no... watch... out... here... they... come
(Gangster this and gangster that
Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!
Stand up... with... my... real... nig... gas
(Gangster this and gangster that
Half of ya'll ain't gangstas, so hold that *gun shot* Blaow!)

[INF-Black]
Yo, aiyo, I'm speakin' for myself, my feets on stealth
Fuck thirty deep, I'm in your hood for delf
Blowin' trees with your main squeeze countin' my shells
As I feed the clips to the T, handle it well
Never been the one to front, son, my history's swell
Tell you how it's gon' be, what it was and what it is
Catch you in your sleep, thug, now your memory lives
The streets get the buzz, no love, them same thugs snitch, bitch
Learned you was livewire, mafia lie
You get wired, by real gangstas and big buyers
Messin' with fire, you ought to leave town
Son, there's rules to this game, and these lames wanna be down
Bringin' all clothes, most fold when it go down
4-5 pounds out the gate, nigga, slow down
I recognize real, and it ain't how you sound
It's the shit that you feel when I'm bustin' the pound

[Chorus]

[Hook: INF-Black]
Niggaz keep talkin', better keep walkin'
Walk the block frontin', you ain't sayin' nothin'
You ain't poppin' nothin', you ain't cuttin' nottin'
Son, stop stuntin', before I start dumpin'

[Letha Face]
I apply your bones to the grindstone, to roam on the block with the chrome
Son I smack you out your rhinestones, holmes
I zone where the average man is not permitted to stand
Unless you got that thang, in your hands
Screamin' fans wanna touch me, groupies wanna fuck me
And crabs that don't wanna see me make it, try to bust me
Trust me, I got my shit on cock
So now I'm ready to rock you on the spot and put you in a human Ziploc
With the clip in his lock, and my hand over my heart
I swear to be my brother's keeper, til death do us part
The truest darts spoken in broken language, got you soakin' wet
Like a bottle of Dutch juice, with the mint leaves
Nigga please, the trigger squeeze in every direction
Blood is similar to viral effects, enter your section
And my posession is a deadly weapon
This pen that I use, to bang a hole in your neck, nigga, you suspect





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

The song "Here We Come" by U-God ft. INF-Black and Letha Face is a classic hip-hop track with hard-hitting lyrics about the streets and gangster culture. The song starts with a speech by INF-Black, criticizing those who claim to be gangsters but are not, followed by U-God's lyrics that suggest his unpredictable nature with his almost reckless behavior. He further establishes his dominance with his powerful presence and magnetic personality, as he rides through the city with his gun in his hand, looking for those who dare to challenge his authority.


The chorus sung by Letha Face emphasizes the arrival of the real gangstas on the block, and warns those who are not from there to watch out. INF-Black's verse talks about his own experiences and his capabilities to handle any situation in the street, with lines that suggest his superior skills and his unapologetic attitude.


Overall, the song highlights the hardcore nature of hip-hop, with its emphasis on violence, power, and bravado. It also touches on the importance of loyalty, brotherhood, and the streets, which are integral parts of the gangsta lifestyle.


Line by Line Meaning

I got a deathwish, my playlist is wreckless
I am reckless and have a death wish, as shown by my playlist.


Almost famous but the natives gettin' restless
I am almost famous, but the locals are becoming impatient with me.


Leave 'em breathless, guess who popped up
I leave my opponents breathless, making it obvious that I am the one who appeared.


With pile out, hear you talkin' like Wu's washed up
My crew, Wu-Tang Clan, is not dead, despite what you may say.


Squash what, I got balls and guts, more deluxe
I have great courage that exceeds that of others.


The magnetic flux, in the all black tux'
In my black suit, I emanate power like the force of magnetic attraction.


And my back's all hushed, lead showers for you mutts
I am ready for combat with those who oppose me and they will feel the sting of my bullets.


I devour the cuts with a power packed punch
I can defeat my enemies with great strength and force.


And cowards I hunt, when I ride with my gun
I pursue and attack those who are weak and cowardly when I am armed.


I'm like a spoke on the wheel that glides on the drum
My movement is smooth and rhythmic, like a wheel spinning on a drum.


Through the, smoke I reveal, I'm the rising sun
Despite the chaos and disorder around me, I can emerge as a powerful leader.


That go through your shield, is he really that Hill?
I can penetrate your defense and leave you wondering if I am really that powerful.


Let the streets decide, with nerves of steel
I am willing to let the people in the streets decide their own fate, even if I have to be brave and resolute.


Let the beats collide, with the death-defyin' skill
My skills and my music will clash with my opponents, and I will emerge victorious.


And beneath the sky, lurkin' network of strangers
There are dangerous people around me who are unknown to me.


That insert the danger with a touch of a finger
These strangers can easily cause harm with just a touch of a button.


Oh no... watch... out... here... they... come
Be careful, because here come some dangerous people.


Stand up... with... my... real... nig... gas
Stand up and be strong with me, my real friends and allies.


Yo, aiyo, I'm speakin' for myself, my feets on stealth
I am speaking for myself, and I do so silently and secretly.


Fuck thirty deep, I'm in your hood for delf
I don't need a large group to cause trouble, I can do it on my own.


Blowin' trees with your main squeeze countin' my shells
I am relaxing and smoking marijuana with your girlfriend, while keeping track of the shells in my gun.


As I feed the clips to the T, handle it well
I am careful and confident as I reload my gun and prepare to use it.


Never been the one to front, son, my history's swell
I have never been a pretender, and my past is impressive.


Tell you how it's gon' be, what it was and what it is
I will explain the past, present, and future situations to you.


Catch you in your sleep, thug, now your memory lives
I will attack you while you are sleeping, ensuring that you will never forget me or what I have done.


The streets get the buzz, no love, them same thugs snitch, bitch
The people in the streets are talking, and those who pretend to be tough are actually snitches and cowards.


Learned you was livewire, mafia lie
I discovered that you are unpredictable and not trustworthy, a liar like a member of the mafia.


You get wired, by real gangstas and big buyers
You will be recorded and monitored by powerful gangsters and wealthy people.


Messin' with fire, you ought to leave town
You are dealing with something dangerous and should leave immediately.


Son, there's rules to this game, and these lames wanna be down
There are rules to this dangerous game, but unimportant and inexperienced people still want to participate.


Bringin' all clothes, most fold when it go down
Those who dress flamboyantly and act tough are usually the first to back down in a dangerous situation.


4-5 pounds out the gate, nigga, slow down
Slow down and be careful, or you will quickly become a victim of violence.


I apply your bones to the grindstone, to roam on the block with the chrome
I will cause you pain and suffering, and then I will take your place on the streets with my gun.


Son I smack you out your rhinestones, holmes
I will hit you so hard that your rhinestone jewelry will be knocked off of you.


I zone where the average man is not permitted to stand
I exist in a dangerous place where most people cannot survive.


Unless you got that thang, in your hands
You must have a weapon in order to survive in this dangerous place.


Screamin' fans wanna touch me, groupies wanna fuck me
I have many fans who want to touch me and groupies who want to have sex with me.


And crabs that don't wanna see me make it, try to bust me
People who are envious and resentful of my success will try to harm me.


Trust me, I got my shit on cock
Believe me, my gun is loaded and ready to go.


So now I'm ready to rock you on the spot and put you in a human Ziploc
I am ready to attack you and dispose of your body in a plastic bag.


With the clip in his lock, and my hand over my heart
I am holding my gun and swearing to be loyal to my friends to the death.


I swear to be my brother's keeper, til death do us part
I swear to protect and care for my fellow gang members until one of us dies.


The truest darts spoken in broken language, got you soakin' wet
I speak the truth in a way that is difficult to understand, but it strikes fear into my opponents.


Like a bottle of Dutch juice, with the mint leaves
I am refreshing and powerful, like a bottle of mint-flavored juice.


Niggaz keep talkin', better keep walkin'
If you talk too much, you will get into trouble and should leave quickly.


Walk the block frontin', you ain't sayin' nothin'
You are pretending to be tough, but you are not actually saying or doing anything of substance.


You ain't poppin' nothin', you ain't cuttin' nottin'
You are not using your weapon or causing any damage, so you are not a real threat.


Son, stop stuntin', before I start dumpin'
Stop pretending to be tough, or I will attack you with my gun.




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