Come And Get Me Lyrics - Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter - Jay-z

[Jay-Z] 

I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in 

Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in 

Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin 

but when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as fuck 

Ignorant bastard, I'm takin it back to day one 

No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun 

For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun 

well here's the shock of your life, the glock not the mic 

Homey I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street 

You still fuckin up then trust me I still creep 

Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin real sweet 

but reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep 

S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs 

Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother 

I'm a crook like you, I took like you 

I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you 

How dare you look at Jigga like I'm shook like boo 

I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me. 

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COME AND GET ME! 

{*gong sounds*} Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come. 

{*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka-COME AND GET ME! . 

{*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka. 

{*bell rings*} . Ka-ka-ka-ka-come 

{*bell rings*} . come and get me COME AND GET ME 

[Jay-Z] 

Don't know what y'all niggaz is 

tryin to do but I don't like it 

Yeah, straight gangster shit 

Heyyyy, uh-huh-uh-uhh gangster shit 

Uhh, straight gangster nigga 

Roc. 

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Yo, your summer's bout to get hot 

Niggaz home from jail and they plottin 

Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top 

The Continental T, got em resentin me 

God I work hard, please don't envy me 

I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard 

I can recall a year ago I almost lost this job 

All y'all remember is the part about me parkin the hog 

What about all them days I was walkin my dogs? 

Barkin at broads, but they never hollered back 

And if they did all they said was, "Where dem dollaz at?" 

Imagine, bein skinny growin up around broader cats 

The quiet assassin demeanor of them college cats 

until I got a gat and loudly start poppin back 

Round the way, niggaz called me Bobby Bouchete 

Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon' do to Jay 

How y'all gon' stick me up, take my jewels away 

Pull out your gat, car jack me take my cruise away 

Well I got news for y'all fools today, hey. 

Chorus: Jay-Z 

I got, shots to give come and get me nigga 

Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga 

I won't, part with this come and get me nigga 

I worked, hard for this come and get me nigga 

I got, shots to give, COME AND GET ME. 

COME AND GET ME. 

[Jay-Z] 

I made it so, you could say Marcy and it was all good 

I ain't crossover I brought the suburbs to the hood 

Made em relate to your struggle, told em bout your hustle 

Went on MTV with do-rags, I made them love you 

You know normally them people wouldn't be fuckin witchu 

Til I made em understand why you do what you do 

I expected to hear, "Jay, if it wasn't for you." 

But instead, all I hear is buzzin in your crew 

How y'all scheamin, tryin to get accustomed to my moves 

So y'all could tape my mouth, stake out my house 

But I got pride I'm a nigga first 

I gotta cock back and pull the trigger first 

That's how Jigga work 

The funny thing; I represent y'all everytime I spit a verse 

and that's the shit that hurts 

But hey, I got my mind right, got my nine right here 

So when y'all feel that the time is right. 

Chorus 

[Jay-Z] 

Aiy yo yo, aiy yo yo 

It's only fair that I warn ya, rap's my new hustle 

I'm treatin it like the corner, fuck with me if you wanna 

My game change but my mindframe remains the same 

I gotta protect what's mine 

Shit I started from nothin; zero, zip 

I made my way hustlin, I don't owe niggaz shit 

I'm paranoid now, so I keep the gun gripped 

Cats I played skelly with? Niggaz done flipped 

I keep a banger in the ankle, one in the hip 

Two in the stash, one come up when I shift 

I keep one under the chair where I sit 

I even got a gun in the hair in the bun of my bitch 

Ask Big; everytime he'd come to my crib 

he'd find another gun that I hid 

I'm ready to make this one of the, hottest summer there is 

Everyday like a hundred-and-six. shit. 

Chorus x2