Timbaland Come & Get Me (Feat. Tony Yayo & 50 Cent) Lyrics

Yeah! Yeah! It's Tim Unit n____ hahaha! Yeah! You know you like how
it sound like this n____?! Huh?

[verse 1 - Timbaland]
n____ ya 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 missles
I'm a ride or die n____, I be tearin' sh*t up
We ain't like them other boosters, don't compare 'em to us
All the hoes love a n____ they be backin' it up
But me? I love money I be stackin' 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____? Then come see me
In the street, I hold my ground like I'm concrete
I know sh*t ain't sweet, so when sh*t get deep
I'm rich, I can pay to have you six feet deep, n____

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

[verse 2 - 50 Cent]
Yeah
n____ you violate, I regulate, rat-tat-tat-tat
Bigger shells that fit in that banana clip tech
Run and the bulleye'll form on ya back
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 sh*t? n____ that's what I see through
You like a three course meal m____fu*ka I'll eat you
You food, and I'm in the mood
So front I'll 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____ ya blood on the street
You up sh*t's creek, you can hardly speak
Ya startin' to get weak, ya eyes close, ya life flash
Ya heart slow, ya heart stop, ya a__ dead, you fu*ked, kid

[Chorus - Timbaland]

[Verse 3 - Tony Yayo]
I'm like Nicholas Cage, Yay' is the Ghost Rider
P89, yeah, I like my toast lighter
Costa Rica to Brazil I got my hoes in the Leer
While ya bi*ch bald-headed like, Britney Spears
I'm in the projects, gettin' dope and piff money
Two more flips that's Anna Nicole Smith money
fu*k a G-4 I'm in a G-500
G-450, G-550
That's airplane talk, I'm the aviator man
Baby AR shoot ya baby out'cha hands
Spaghetti and corn bread mix, got me blunted
This hoe talkin' 'bout she don't fu*k on a empty stomach
Buy out the mall, and hug the block
A hundred thou' woodgrain in the Phantom drop
Then I cruise in the club, got my Rug' in the club
Pay the bouncer a buck, now my Uz' in the club, yeah n____

[Chorus - Timbaland]