Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Come And Get Me, artist - Jay-Z. Album song Volume. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Come And Get Me |
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 niggas that think I spend my days in the sun |
Well here’s the shock of your life, the Glock not the mic |
Homie 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 niggas sixty feet deep |
S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs |
Separate fathers from their 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 who |
I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me. |
COME AND GET ME! |
Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come. |
COME AND GET ME! |
Ka-ka-ka-COME AND GET ME!. |
COME AND GET ME! |
Ka-ka-ka. |
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Ka-ka-ka-ka-come |
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come and get me COME AND GET ME |
Don’t know what y’all niggas 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, the summer’s 'bout to get hot |
Niggas 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 hard |
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 them dollars at?» |
Imagine, bein' skinny growin' up around brolic cats |
The quiet assassin demeanor of them college cats |
Until I got a gat and loudly start poppin' back |
Round the way, niggas called me Bobby Boucher |
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. |
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… |
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 durags, 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 schemin', 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 every time 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. |
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… |
Ayo yo, ayo 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 mind-frame 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 niggas shit |
I’m paranoid now, so I keep the gun gripped |
Cats I played skelly with? |
Niggas 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 Biggs; |
every time 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… |
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… |
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… |
Motherfuckers! |