Come & Get Me (Feat. Tony Yayo & 50 Cent) Lyrics


Timbaland - Come & Get Me (Feat. Tony Yayo & 50 Cent)

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Yeah! Yeah! It's Tim Unit nigga hahaha! Yeah! You know you like how
it sound like this nigga?! Huh?

[verse 1 - Timbaland]
Nigga ya time is up, I ain't come to kid you
I knew you niggas was dumb, but how dumb is you?
Thinkin' you can see the king when you unofficial
You don't wanna go to war 'cause I'll launch these missles
I'm a ride or die nigga, I be tearin' sh*t up
We ain't like them other boosters, 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 mill' 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 sh*t ain't sweet, so when sh*t get deep
I'm rich, I can pay to have you six feet deep, nigga

[Chorus - Timbaland]
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

[verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Nigga you violate, I regulate, rat-tat-tat-tat
Bigger shells that fit in that banana clip tech
Run and the bulleye'll form on ya back

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Hard to miss wit' a full clip in the mac
I got ammo ammo, I unload reload
Cut a nigga quick, yeah my knife game lethal
That tough guy sh*t? Nigga that's what I see through
You like a three course meal muthafu*ka I'll eat you
You food, and I'm in the mood
So front I'll let the hammer fly
Nigga you can duck, run for cover, or die, your choice you choose
I pop, you move, like you in shock, you been shot
Nigga ya blood on the street
You up sh*t's creek, you can hardly speak
Ya startin' to get weak, ya eyes close, ya life flash
Ya heart slow, ya heart stop, ya ass dead, you fu*ked, kid

[Chorus - Timbaland]

[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]
I'm like Nicholas Cage, Yay' is the Ghost Rider
P89, yeah, I like my toast lighter
Costa Rica to Brazil I got my hoes in the Leer
While ya bi*ch bald-headed like, Britney Spears
I'm in the projects, gettin' dope and piff money
Two more flips that's Anna Nicole Smith money
fu*k a G-4 I'm in a G-500
G-450, G-550
That's airplane talk, I'm the aviator man
Baby AR shoot ya baby out'cha hands
Spaghetti and corn bread mix, got me blunted
This hoe talkin' 'bout she don't fu*k on a empty stomach
Buy out the mall, and hug the block
A hundred thou' woodgrain in the 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