Jadakiss - Come And Get Me lyrics

[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**h, the clock off snooze I'm tougher than leather n***a I cannot bruise Who wanna try a n***a? Hard to the God, come and bu*terfly a n***a (hold that!) Ooze on out (uh-huh) Weeks later b**h go and throw your shoes on out I'm that sh** that great Mario {?} 'bout Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor Shells in the sandbox; n***az with big glocks Late night, movin that junk, like Redd Foxx Now, you don't want nothin about me (nah) You p**y, n***a come f** with the alkie Weed smokin, keep the cancer piece on it (yeah!) Call hoes, get p**y whenever I want it (c'mere b**h) Mack daddy (no) pimp daddy (no) Hammer co*ked (yeah) let that, go I ain't heard sh** in a long long time To even f** around with either one of my rhymes (Sheek Louch!) n***az still livin off the petty-a** crimes The Hossa{?} hater, Lacoste gator Levi's, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter Whattup street n***az? Hold heat n***az fu*k sweet n***az, you'll get beat n***az (yeah!) [Chorus: S.I.] Now who out there wanna f** around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck-50 We got guns, money, liquor, d** We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder) Now who out there wanna f** around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck-50 We got guns, money, liquor, d** 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 co*ked?" 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**in 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** 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