Chorus:
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
There's nowhere to run or hide,
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
Better take your kids inside;
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
And he's putting you to sleep,
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
Pray to God your soul to keep.

Verse One:
Know you heard of Mr. 4-4
I'm his cousin A-K,
Cut from the same cloth
Cause I let my words spray;
So better get out the way
Unless you want to be left wet,
My words been known to have
A lullaby, effect;
Cause people go to sleep
When I speak, it's hypnotical,
Go another round
And they run, out hysterical;
Some might say I'm cynical
And don't have a heart,
Better watch what you saying
Before yours gets torn apart;
I haven't read Sun Tzu
But my war is an art,
Been shredding competition
Since my very start;
Done tours overseas
From Vietnam to Iraq,
Now I'm finally back home
And I can't seem to stop;
The tighter they hold me
The more my mouth get hot,
Don't make me get loud
Cause then I'll shut down the spot;
And I ain't afraid of no cop,
They can catch some heat too,
I was built for combat
And I'm the best at what I do.

Chorus:
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
There's nowhere to run or hide,
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
Better take your kids inside;
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
And he's putting you to sleep,
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
Pray to God your soul to keep.

Verse Two:
Posted with my homey
Cause some niggas having beef,
Last week they jacked his ride
With his stash under the seat;
My homey sells that white girl
But he ain't no, pimp,
Even though his bad knee
Makes him walk with a limp;
When we ride he keep a grip,
By his side I keep it lit
If you run up on my nigga
Then I'll leave you bloody quick;
I keep a loaded clip,
On my hip at all times
I'm equipped for survival,
Dropping niggas like dimes;
Guess they thought I was lying,
As I creep up from their rear view
Taking on their whole crew
While leaving them all critical;
Whimpering and pitiful,
Crying like them pussies do
Think I might have killed a few,
Ducking from the boys in blue;
Lay low for a month or two,
Then I'll leave the states
Got my homey making deals
Paint the car and change the plates;
I don't need a murder case,
But I couldn't let that shit go
With me it's ride or die
And now them bitch niggas know.

Chorus:
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
There's nowhere to run or hide,
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
Better take your kids inside;
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
And he's putting you to sleep,
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
Pray to God your soul to keep.

Verse Three:
Watching cops roll by, through the night,
I get paranoid,
Thinking that their close, while my homey
Calls a convoy;
Pressure gets tight, when a knock,
Is heard at the door,
Heard them say police, didn't speak,
Then they knocked some more;
Then they finally quit, walked away
I seen one of them,
Knew they ran in packs, so I looked
Out the back again;
Then I saw the cop, and he stopped
Looking right at me,
Before he said freeze, homey squeezed
He was history;
Now there is no mystery
What lies in our fate
We knew it was time to run
Nothing was left to debate;
Running out to escape
The other cop rang a shot
Got homey in the head
All I could do was drop;
They took me to the station
Walked me through like prop,
Parading me like a prize
Before they put me on lock;
But before I was booked
There walked in a cop,
He snuck me out the back
To put me back on the block.

Chorus:
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
There's nowhere to run or hide,
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
Better take your kids inside;
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
And he's putting you to sleep,
Mr. A-K's coming for you,
Pray to God your soul to keep.
Chorus Bridge:
Mr. A-K's coming for you(×4)