Come and Get Me Lyrics by Jay-Z

Come and Get Me Lyrics

    [Jay-Z]
    I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in
    Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in
    Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin
    but when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as fuck
    Ignorant bastard, I'm takin it back to day one
    No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun
    For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun
    well here's the shock of your life, the glock not the mic
    Homey I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street
    You still fuckin up then trust me I still creep
    Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin real sweet
    but reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep
    S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs
    Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother
    I'm a crook like you, I took like you
    I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you
    How dare you look at Jigga like I'm shook like boo
    I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me..

    COME AND GET ME!
    {*gong sounds*} Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come..
    {*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka-COME AND GET ME! ..
    {*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka..
    {*bell rings*} .. Ka-ka-ka-ka-come
    {*bell rings*} .. come and get me COME AND GET ME

    [Jay-Z]
    Don't know what y'all niggaz is
    tryin to do but I don't like it
    Yeah, straight gangster shit
    Heyyyy, uh-huh-uh-uhh gangster shit
    Uhh, straight gangster nigga
    Roc..

    Yo, your summer's bout to get hot
    Niggaz home from jail and they plottin
    Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top
    The Continental T, got em resentin me
    God I work hard, please don't envy me
    I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard
    I can recall a year ago I almost lost this job
    All y'all remember is the part about me parkin the hog
    What about all them days I was walkin my dogs?
    Barkin at broads, but they never hollered back
    And if they did all they said was, "Where dem dollaz at?"
    I'magine, bein skinny growin up around broader cats
    The quiet assassin demeanor of them college cats
    until I got a gat and loudly start poppin back
    Round the way, niggaz called me Bobby Bouchete
    Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon' do to Jay
    How y'all gon' stick me up, take my jewels away
    Pull out your gat, car jack me take my cruise away
    Well I got news for y'all fools today, hey..

    Chorus: Jay-Z

    I got, shots to give come and get me nigga
    Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
    I won't, part with this come and get me nigga
    I worked, hard for this come and get me nigga
    I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME..
    COME AND GET ME..

    [Jay-Z]
    I made it so, you could say Marcy and it was all good
    I ain't crossover I brought the suburbs to the hood
    Made em relate to your struggle, told em bout your hustle
    Went on MTV with do-rags, I made them love you
    You know normally them people wouldn't be fuckin witchu
    Til I made em understand why you do what you do
    I expected to hear, "Jay, if it wasn't for you.."
    But instead, all I hear is buzzin in your crew
    How y'all scheamin, tryin to get accustomed to my moves
    So y'all could tape my mouth, stake out my house
    But I got pride I'm a nigga first
    I gotta cock back and pull the trigger first
    That's how Jigga work
    The funny thing; I represent y'all everytime I spit a verse
    and that's the shit that hurts
    But hey, I got my mind right, got my nine right here
    So when y'all feel that the time is right..

    Chorus

    [Jay-Z]
    Aiy yo yo, aiy yo yo
    It's only fair that I warn ya, rap's my new hustle
    I'm treatin it like the corner, fuck with me if you wanna
    My game change but my mindframe remains the same
    I gotta protect what's mine
    Shit I started from nothin; zero, zip
    I made my way hustlin, I don't owe niggaz shit
    I'm paranoid now, so I keep the gun gripped
    Cats I played skelly with? Niggaz done flipped
    I keep a banger in the ankle, one in the hip
    Two in the stash, one come up when I shift
    I keep one under the chair where I sit
    I even got a gun in the hair in the bun of my bitch
    Ask Big; everytime he'd come to my crib
    he'd find another gun that I hid
    I'm ready to make this one of the, hottest summer there is
    Everyday like a hundred-and-six.. shit..

    Chorus 2X

    [Jay-Z]
    Motherfuckers!

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