Come And Get Me lyrics

by

Jazmine Sullivan


[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Geah, make a move y'all
Which part you wan' lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise
I'm back to work b*tch, the clock off snooze
I'm tougher than leather n*gga I cannot bruise
Who wanna try a n*gga?
Hard to the God, come and butterfly a n*gga (hold that!)
Ooze on out (uh-huh)
Weeks later b*tch go and throw your shoes on out
I'm that sh*t that great Mario Puzo 'bout
Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor
Shells in the sandbox; n*ggas with big Glocks
Late night, movin that junk, like Redd Foxx
Now, you don't want nothin about me (nah)
You pus*y, n*gga come f*ck with the alkie
Weed smokin, keep the cancer piece on it (yeah!)
Call hoes, get pus*y whenever I want it (c'mere b*tch)
Mack daddy (no) pimp daddy (no)
Hammer c*cked (yeah) let that, go
I ain't heard sh*t in a long long time
To even f*ck around with either one of my rhymes (Sheek Louch!)
n*ggas still livin off the petty-ass crimes
The Hossa{​?}​ hater, Lacoste gator
Levi's, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter
Whattup street n*ggas? Hold heat n*ggas
f*ck sweet n*ggas, you'll get beat n*ggas (yeah!)
[Chorus: S.I.]
Now who out there wanna f*ck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder)
Now who out there wanna f*ck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me

[Verse 2: Jadakiss]
C'mon, yeah.. ah-HAH! Nobody
C'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo
Yo listen here, you ain't dead if your heart ain't stop
Twin 40's, you ain't gotta ask "Are they c*cked?"
I'm so sharp I could come through and scar they block
Late night, red linin in an R8 drop
- And I'm only tuckin them until I shoot ya
When I pull 'em out that's when I'm f*ckin with your future
You gon' realize this is nothin that you're used to
Get your life tooken by a booster, then we gon' hang the noose up
- It's all over with (yeah)
- All they found was his Louis scarf with his DNA all over it (mm)
- Who's choosin and pickin them (who?)
Cause I'm sick of them, not followin the curriculum (yeah)
It's my sh*t and I'm evictin them (get out)
Whoever feel like they ain't gotta leave - I'm rippin them
Even though the love's frail the thug's real
All you gotta do is just follow the blood trail
Much harder fightin when the battle is uphill
- Whatever the knife can't handle the slug will
Keep a good lawyer that's smart work on cases
Still gotta run from the NARCs, they gon' chase us (run)
In case I gotta put some artwork on faces
If we leave the game for God they gon' +Mase+ us
My suggestion, is that you don't even test son
Unless you wanna catch a fresh one
[Chorus: S.I.]
Now who out there wanna f*ck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder)
Now who out there wanna f*ck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me

[Outro: Sheek Louch]
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Let's go
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