Featuring: S.i.
Sheek Louch


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 (*##$, the clock off snooze

I'm tougher than leather ^!$$% I cannot bruise
Who wanna try a ^!$$%?
Hard to the God, come and butterfly a ^!$$% (hold that!)

Ooze on out (uh-huh)
Weeks later (*##$ go and throw your shoes on out
I'm that %#@! that great Mario (?) 'bout

Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor
Shells in the sandbox; ^!$$%z with big glocks
Late night, movin that junk, like Redd Foxx

Now, you don't want nothin about me (nah)
You #~!!@, ^!$$% come $#&@ with the alkie
Weed smokin, keep the cancer piece on it (yeah!)

Call hoes, get #~!!@ whenever I want it (c'mere (*##$)
Mack daddy (no) pimp daddy (no)
Hammer @@#!ed (yeah) let that, go

I ain't heard %#@! in a long long time
To even $#&@ around with either one
of my rhymes (Sheek Louch!)

^!$$%z still livin off the petty-ass crimes
The Hossa(?) hater, Lacoste gator
Levi's, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter

Whattup street ^!$$%z? Hold heat ^!$$%z
!#@* sweet ^!$$%z, you'll get beat ^!$$%z (yeah!)


[Chorus: S.I.]
Now who out there wanna $#&@ around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-50

We got guns, money, liquor, drugs
We right here until they come get me
(I'm talkin 'bout murder)

Now who out there wanna $#&@ around with me?
You can come and get a fresh buck-50
We got guns, money, liquor, drugs

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 @@#!ed?"
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 $#&@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 %#@! 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