Come and Get Me Lyrics - Timbaland feat. 50 Cent & Tony Yayo

Tony Yayo Shock Value cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2007-4-2
Genre: Electronic Hip Hop Rock
Style: RnB/Swing/Thug Rap/Gangsta/Afrobeat/DJ Battle Tool
length: 3:30
producer: Timbaland
mixer: Demacio Castellón and Marcella Araica
recording engineer: Demacio Castellón
background vocals: Mira Craig and Jim Beanz
guest: 50 Cent and Tony Yayo
co-producer: Danja
piano & bass & membranophone: Danja
assistant engineer: Mark Gray and Miguel Bustamante
writer: Timothy Clayton, 50 Cent, Tony Yayo, Danja, Timbaland
*****, your time is up; I ain't come to kid you
I knew you *****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 *****; I be tearin' **** up
We ain't like them other fools who don't compare to us
All the hos love 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, homey, all across the board
I get a quarter mill' a track without an award
Ever wanna test a *****, then come see me
In the street I hold my ground like I'm concrete
I know **** ain't sweet so when **** get deep
I'm rich, I can pay to have you six feet deep

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
If you, if you want it, come get me

[50 Cent]
*****, 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 ***** quick
Yeah, my knife game lethal - that tough guy ****
*****, that's what I see through
You like a three course meal, ************, I eat you
You food, and I'm in the mood; so front, I let the hammer fly
*****, you can duck, run for cover, or die
Your choice; you choose
I Pop, you move, like you in shock: you been shot
*****, your blood on the street, you up ****'s creek
You can hardly speak, startin' to get weak, your eyes close
Your life flash, your heart slow, your heart stop
Your *** dead, you ****ed, kid


[Tony Yayo]
I'm like Nicholas Cage: Yeah, it's the Ghost Rider
P89, yeah, I let my toast slide, Costa Rica To Brazil
I got my hos in the lamb; why your ***** bald headed?
Like Britney Spears; I'm in the projects gettin' dope and piff money
Two more flips; that's Anna Nicole Smith money; **** a G4
I'm in a G-500, G-450, G-550; 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 **** on an empty stomach
Buy 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, *****


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CD 1
  • 1 Oh Timbaland
  • 2 Give It to Me
  • 3 Release
  • 4 The Way I Are
  • 5 Bounce
  • 6 Come and Get Me
  • 7 Kill Yourself
  • 8 Boardmeeting
  • 9 Fantasy
  • 10 Scream
  • 11 Miscommunication
  • 12 Bombay
  • 13 Throw It on Me
  • 14 Time
  • 15 One and Only
  • 16 Apologize
  • 17 2 Man Show
  • 18 Hello