Timbaland, 50 Cent, Tony Yayo - Come and Get Me lyrics

50 Cent [Curtis James Jackson III]

[Timbaland, 50 Cent, Tony Yayo - Come and Get Me lyrics]

Yeah! yeah! It's Tim-Unit Nigga (HA HA HA)
Yeah! You know I like how I
Sound on that nigga! Huh!

Ugh, nigga, your time is up
I ain't come to kid you
I knew you niggas was dumb
But how dumb is you?
Thinkin' you could see the
King when you unofficial
You don't wanna go to war
'cause I launch these missiles
I'm a ride or die nigga, I be tearin' shit up
We ain't like them other fools
So don't compare 'em to us
All the hoes love a nigga
They be backin' it up
But me, I love money, I be stackin' it up
When my bandwagon pull up, they hop on board
They hop right on mine and
Hop right off yours
I get respect, homie, all across the board
I get a quarter mil' a track without an award
Ever wanna test a nigga? Then come see me
In the street
I hold my ground like I'm concrete
I know shit ain't sweet
So when shit get deep i'm rich, I can pay to
Have you six feet deep, nigga

I give it to whoever want it, if you want it
Come see me you know where I'm at if you
Want it, if you want it, come get me
I give it to whoever want it, if you want it
Come see me you know where I'm at if you
Want it, if you want it, come get me

Yeah! Nigga, you violate, I regulate
Rata tat tat bigger shells
They fit in that banana clip jack
Run and the bullseye form on your back
Hard to miss with a full clip in the mac
I got ammo, ammo, I load, reload
Cut a nigga quick, yeah, my knife game lethal
That tough guy shit, nigga
That's what I see through
You like a three-course meal, motherfucker
I eat you you food, and I'm in the mood
So front, I let the hammer fly
Nigga, you could duck, run for cover or die
Your choice, you choose, I pop, you move
Like you ain't shot, you been shot
Nigga, your blood on the street
You up shit's creek, you can hardly speak
You startin' to get weak, your eyes close
Your life flash
Your heart's slow, your heart stop
Yo' ass dead, you're fucked, kid

I give it to whoever want it, if you want it
Come see me you know where I'm at if you
Want it, if you want it, come get me
I give it to whoever want it, if you want it
Come see me you know where I'm at if you
Want it, if you want it, come get me

I'm like Nicolas Cage
Yay' is the Ghost Rider
P89, yeah, I like my toast lighter
Costa Rica to Brazil
I got my hoes in the Lear
While your bitch bald headed
Like Britney Spears i'm in the projects
Gettin' dope and piff money two more flips
That's Anna Nicole Smith money
Fuck a G4, I'm in a G500, G450, G550
That's airplane talk, I'm the aviator man
Baby AR, shoot your baby out your hands
Spaghetti and corn bread mix got me blunted
This ho talkin' 'bout she don't
Fuck on a empty stomach
Buy out the mall and hug the block
A hundred thou' woodgrain in a Phantom drop
Then I cruise in the club
Got my Rug' in the club
Pay the bouncer a buck, now my
Uz' in the club, yeah, nigga!

I give it to whoever want it, if you want it
Come see me you know where I'm at if you
Want it, if you want it, come get me
I give it to whoever want it, if you want it
Come see me you know where I'm at if you
Want it, if you want it, come get me

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