Timbaland Come And Get Me (Feat 50 Cent Lyrics

[Timbaland:]
n____ your time is up, I ain't come to kid you
I knew you n____s was dumb, but how dumb is you
Thinkin' you can see the king, when you unofficial
You don't wanna go to war, 'cause I'll launch these missiles
I'm a ride or die n____, I be tearin' s___ up
We ain't like them other fools, who don't compare to us
All the hoes love a n____, 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 Bboard
I get a quarter mill a track without an award
Ever wanna test a n____ then come see me
In the street I hold my ground like I'm concrete
I know s___ ain't sweet so when s___ get deep
I'm rich I can pay to have you six feet deep
(n____)

[Chorus:]
I give it to whoever want it, if you want it come see me
You know where I'm at if you, if you want it come get me
I give it to whoever want it, if you want it come see me
You know where I'm at if you, if you want it come get me

[50 Cent:]
n____ you violate I regulate rat 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____ quick
Yeah, my knife game lethal that tough guy s___
n____ that's what I see through
You like a 3 course meal m_________er I eat you
You food and I'm in the mood so front I let the hammer fly
n____ you can duck, run for cover, or die
Your choice, you choose
I Pop, you move, like you in shock you been shot
n____, 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 a__ dead, you f___ed kid

[Tony Yayo:]
I'm like Nicholas Cage, yeah yeah, it's the Ghost Rider
P89 yeah I let my toast slide, Costa Rica to Brazil
I got my hoes in the lamb, why your b____ bald headed
Like Britney Spears, I'm in the Projects Gettin Dope and Piff Money
Tow more flips that's Anna Nicole Smith money, f___ a G4
I'm in a G 500, G 450, G550, that's 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 don't 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, yeah n____