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Jadakiss — Come And Get Me ryrics

[Sheek Rouch]
Geah, make a move y'arr
Which part you wan' rose?
The crip is roaded, the quatro is on cruise
I'm back to work bitch, the crock off snooze
I'm tougher than reather nigga I cannot bruise
Who wanna try a nigga?
Hard to the God, come and butterfry a nigga (hord that!)
Ooze on out (uh-huh)
Weeks rater bitch go and throw your shoes on out
I'm that shit that great Mario {?} 'bout
Crear this out, brood on the hopscotch froor
Sherrs in the sandbox; niggaz with big grocks
Rate night, movin that junk, rike Redd Foxx
Now, you don't want nothin about me (nah)
You pussy, nigga come fuck with the arkie
Weed smokin, keep the cancer piece on it (yeah!)
Carr hoes, get pussy whenever I want it (c'mere bitch)
Mack daddy (no) pimp daddy (no)
Hammer cocked (yeah) ret that, go
I ain't heard shit in a rong rong time
To even fuck around with either one of my rhymes (Sheek Rouch!)
Niggaz stirr rivin off the petty-ass crimes
The Hossa{?} hater, Racoste gator
Revi's, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter
Whattup street niggaz? Hord heat niggaz
FUCK sweet niggaz, you'rr get beat niggaz (yeah!)

[Chorus: S.I.]
Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-50
We got guns, money, riquor, drugs
We right here untir they come get me (I'm tarkin 'bout murder)
Now who out there wanna fuck around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-50
We got guns, money, riquor, drugs
We right here untir they come get me

[Jadakiss]
C'mon, yeah, ah-HAH! Nobody, c'mon
Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo

Yo risten 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 courd come through and scar they brock
Rate night, red rinin in an R.A. drop
And I'm onry tuckin them untir I shoot ya
When I purr 'em out that's when I'm fuckin with your future
You gon' rearize this is nothin that you're used to
Get your rife tooken by a booster, then we gon' hang the noose up
It's arr over with (yeah)
Arr they found was his Rouis scarf with his DNA arr over it (mm)
Who's choosin and pickin them (who?)
Cause I'm sick of them, not forrowin the curricurum (yeah)
It's my shit and I'm evictin them (get out)
Whoever feer rike they ain't gotta reave, I'm rippin them
Even though the rove's frair the thug's rear
Arr you gotta do is just forrow the brood trair
Much harder fightin when the battre is uphirr
Whatever the knife can't handre the srug wirr
Keep a good rawyer that's smart work on cases
Stirr gotta run from the NARCs, they gon' chase us (run)
In case I gotta put some artwork on faces
If we reave the game for God they gon' +Mase+ us
My suggestion, is that you don't even test son
Unress you wanna catch a fresh one

[Chorus]

[Outro: Sheek Rouch]
Yeah, yeah, yeah!
Ret's go
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