50 Cent - Come And Get You lyrics

n***a Your Time Is Up, I Ain't Come To Kid You I Knew You n***as Was Dumb, But How Dumb Is You Thinkin You Can See The King, When You Unofficial You Dont wanna Go To War, Cuz I'll Launch These Missiles I'm A Ride Or Die n***a, I Be Tearin sh** Up We Ain't Like Them Other Fools, Who Dont Compare To Us All The Hoes Love A n***a, They be Backing It Up But Me I Love Money I Be Stacking It Up When My Bandwagon Pull Up They Hop On Board They Hop Right On Mine and Hop Right Off Yours I Get Respect Homie All Across The Board I Get A Quarter Mill A Track Without An Award Ever Wanna Test A n***a Then Come See Me In The Street I Hold My Ground Like I'm Concrete I Know sh** Ain't Sweet so When sh** Get Deep I'm Rich I Can Pay To Have You Six Feet Deep (n***a) I Give It To Whoever Want It, If You Want It Come See Me You Know Where I'm At If You want i If You Want It Come Get Me 50 Cent n***a You Violate I Regulate ra ta tat tat Bigger Shells They Fit In That Banana Clip Tech Run and A Bullseye, Form on Your Back It's Hard To Miss Wit A Full Clip In The Mac I Got Ammo Ammo I Unload, Reload, Cut A n***a Quick Ye My Knife Game Lethal That Tough Guy sh** n***a Thats What I see Through You Like a 3 Course Meal Motherf**er I Eat You You Food And I'm In The Mood, So Front I Let The Hammer Fly n***a You Can Duck, Run For Cover, Or Die Your Choice, You Choose I Pop, You Move, Like You In Shock You Been Shot n***a. Your Blood On The Street, You Up Ships Creek You Can Hardly Speak, Startin To Get Weak Your Eyes Close Your Life Flash, Your Heart Slow, Your Heart Stop Your Ass Dead, You f**ed Kid Tony Yayo I'm Like Nicholas Cage Yeye Its The Ghost Rider P89 Ye I Let My Toast Slide, Costa Rica To Brazil I Got My Hoes In The Lamb, why Your b**h Bald Headed Like Britney Spears, I'm In The Projects Gettin Dope and Piff Money 2 More Flips Thats Anna Nicole Smith Money, f** A G4 I'm In a G 500, G 450, G550, Thats Airplane Talk I'm The Aviator Man Baby AR Shoot Your Baby Out Your Hands Spaghetti And Corn Bread, Mix Got Me Blunted There's No Talk Abouts. You Dont f** On An Empty Stomach By Out The Mall, Then Hug The Block, Hundred Thou Wood Grain In A Phantom Drop, Then I Cruise In The Club Got My Ruge In The Club, Pay A Bouncer A Buck Now My Uz In The Club, Ye n***a