เนื้อเพลง Come & Get Me - Jadakiss

[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 b*tterfly 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 {?} 'bout
Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor
Shells in the sandbox; n*ggaz with big glocks
Late night, movin that junk, like Redd Foxx
Now, you don't want nothin about me (nah)
You p*ssy, n*gga come f*ck with the alkie
Weed smokin, keep the cancer piece on it (yeah!)
Call hoes, get p*ssy whenever I want it (c'mere b*tch)
Mack daddy (no) pimp daddy (no)
Hammer cocked (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*ggaz still livin off the petty-ass crimes
The Hossa{?} hater, Lacoste gator
Levi's, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter
Whattup street n*ggaz? Hold heat n*ggaz
F*CK sweet n*ggaz, you'll get beat n*ggaz (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

[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 cocked?"
I'm so sharp I could come through and scar they block
Late night, red linin in an R.A. 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]

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