Artist: Timbaland f/ 50 Cent, Tony Yayo Album: Timbaland Presents Shock Value Song: Come and Get Me Typed by: b1gjo3y@gmail.com, kisopendoors@yahoo.com [Timbaland] Yeah! Yeah! It's Tim-Unit Nigga (HA HA HA) Yeah! You know I like how I sound on that nigga! Huh! [Timbaland] Ugh, nigga, your time is up, I ain't come to kid you I knew you niggas was dumb but how dumb is you? Thinkin' you could see the king when you unofficial You don't wanna go to war 'cause I launch these missiles I'm a ride or die nigga, I be tearin' shit up We ain't like them other fools, so don't compare 'em to us All the hoes love a nigga they be backin' it up But me, I love money, I be stackin' it up When my band wagon 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 nigga, then come see me In the street, I hold my ground like I'm concrete I know shit ain't sweet, so when shit get deep I'm rich, I can pay to have you six feet deep, nigga [Chorus: Timbaland] (2x) 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 [50 Cent] Yeah! Nigga, you violate, I regulate rata tat tat Bigger shells they fit in that banana clip jack Run and the bullseye form on your back Hard to miss with a full clip in the mac I got ammo, ammo, I load, reload Cut a nigga quick, yeah my knife game lethal That tough guy shit, nigga that's what I see through You like a three course meal, motherfucker I eat you You food, and I'm in the mood So front I let the hammer fly Nigga you could duck, run for cover or die Your choice, you choose, I pop, you move Like you ain't shot, you been shot Nigga, your blood on the street You up shit's creek, you can hardly speak You startin' to get weak, your eyes close, your life flash Your heart's slow, your heart stop, yo ass dead, you're fucked kid [Chorus] (2x) [Tony Yayo] I'm like Nicolas Cage, Yay is the Ghost Rider P89, yeah, I like my toast lighter Costa Rica to Brazil I got my hoes in the Lear While your bitch bald-headed like Britney Spears I'm in the projects, gettin' dope and piff money Two more flips that's Anna Nicole Smith money Fuck a G4, I'm in a G500 G450, 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 This ho talkin' about she don't fuck on a empty stomach Buy out the mall and hug the block A hundered thou woodgrain in a 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 nigga! [Chorus] (2x)