Come and Get Me )
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Yeah, yeah
It's Tim-Unit ****, yeah
You know I like how I sound on that ****

****, your time is up, I ain't come to catch you
I knew you **** 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 ****", I be tearin' **** up
We ain't like them other crews, so don't preparin' to us
All the **** love a **** that be backin' it up
But me, I love money, I be stackin' it up

From my band wagon puller, they hop on board
They hop right on mine, they hop right off yours
I get respect homie all across the board
I get to call a "Milla" track without an award

Ever wanna test a ****, then come see me
In the street, I hold my ground like on concrete
I know **** ain't sweet, so the **** 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 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

****, you violate, I regulate rata tat tat
Bigger **** to fit in that **** **** ****
Run in the bulls eye, form on your back
Hard to miss with a full **** in the ****

I got ****! ****! Eye low, reload!
Caught a **** quick, yeah, my **** can't leave it
Tough guy ****, **** that's what I see through
You like a three course meal, **** I eat you

You fool and I'm in the mood
So fun I let the hammer fly
**** you could duck, run for cover or ****
Your choice, you choose, I ****, you move, evacuate shot

You been ****, ****, your blood on the street
You rough **** creek, you can hardly speak
You startin' to get weak, your eyes close your life, flash!
Your heart's slow, your heart stop your ****, then you **** it!

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

I'm like Nicolas Cage, yeah, it's the Ghost Rider
****, yeah, I like my toast lighter
Costa Rica to Brazil, I got my **** in the Lear
While your **** ball headed like Britney Spears

I'm in the projects, gettin' **** and piff money
Two more flips that's in and a cold Smith money
**** a G 4 I'm in a G 500
G 450, G 550

That's airplane talk, I'm the aviator man
Baby **** ****, your baby out your hand
Spaghetti and cold brown mixed got me ****
This whole talk about she know, **** on a empty stomach

Buy out the mall and hugged the block
A hundred "Dall" wood green and a phantom drop
Then I cruise in the club, got my **** in the club
Pay a belt and buck, now I **** in the club, yeah ****

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

Overall Meaning

The above lyrics are from Timbaland's song "Come and Get Me" which features 50 Cent and Tony Yayo. The song talks about how Timbaland is not to be messed with and how anyone who wants to test him will face the consequences. He talks about his love for money and how he is always hustling to stack it up. He also mentions how he gets respect in the industry and makes a lot of money without needing any awards.


50 Cent's verse is more direct and violent, talking about how he regulates anyone who violates him and how he will take them out without any hesitation. He talks about his knife game being lethal and how he is always ready to let the hammer fly. Tony Yayo's verse talks about his lavish lifestyle and how he likes to spend money. He talks about his expensive cars, guns, and how he likes to hang out in the club with his friends.


The song overall is a display of the three artists' money, power, and respect in the industry. It talks about how they are not to be messed with and how they will take anyone out who tries them. The beat and Timbaland's production skills add a lot to the song and make it an overall catchy track.


Line by Line Meaning

Nigga, your time is up; I ain't come to kid you
I'm not here to waste time, your time is up


I knew you niggas was dumb, but how dumb is you?
You're not very smart if you think you can challenge me


Thinkin' you can see the king when you unofficial
You can't even compare to me, don't try to challenge me


You don't wanna go to war 'cause I'll launch these missiles
You don't want to mess with me because I have powerful weapons


I'm a ride-or-die nigga; I be tearin' shit up
I'm committed to this lifestyle and will cause destruction


We ain't like them other fools who don't compare to us
We're not like others because we're unmatched


All the hos love a nigga; they be backing it up
Women are attracted to me and show it


But me - I love money; I be stacking it up
I prioritize money and accumulate it


When my bandwagon pull up, they hop on board
People want to associate with me when I'm successful


They hop right on mine and hop right off yours
They abandon others to be with me


I get respect, homey, all across the board
I receive admiration and deference from everyone


I get a quarter mill' a track without an award
I earn $250,000 for each track I produce, and I don't even need awards


Ever wanna test a nigga, then come see me
If you want to challenge me, face me directly


In the street I hold my ground like I'm concrete
I stand firm and won't be moved


I know shit ain't sweet so when shit get deep
I'm aware that things can get tough, so I'm always prepared


I'm rich, I can pay to have you six feet deep
I have enough money to eliminate anyone who threatens me


I give it to whoever want it
I'm willing to fight anyone who challenges me


If you want it, come see me
If you want to fight, face me directly


You know where I'm at
You know where to find me


If you, if you want it, come get me
If you want to fight, come after me


Nigga, you violate, I regulate, rat-tat-tat
If you cross me, I will correct your behavior with force


Bigger shells - they fit in that banana clip tech
I have a powerful weapon that can hold large bullets


Run, and a bullseye form on your back
If you try to escape, I will target you


It's hard to miss wit' a full clip in the mac
It's difficult to miss my shots with a fully loaded gun


I got ammo; ammo I unload; reload cut a nigga quick
I have plenty of bullets and can quickly reload to keep fighting


You like a three course meal, motherfucker, I eat you
You're nothing to me, I'll easily defeat you


You food, and I'm in the mood; so front, I let the hammer fly
You're easy prey for me, I'm ready to strike


Nigga, you can duck, run for cover, or die
You have few options, you can try to avoid me or you'll be killed


Your choice; you choose
It's up to you to decide


I Pop, you move, like you in shock: you been shot
I shoot, you dodge, as if you're surprised you've been hit


Nigga, your blood on the street, you up shit's creek
Your blood is spilled on the ground, you're in a bad situation


You can hardly speak, startin' to get weak, your eyes close
You're losing consciousness and on the verge of death


Your life flash, your heart slow, your heart stop
Your life flashes before your eyes, your heart slows down, then stops


Your ass dead, you fucked, kid
You're dead, it's over for you


I'm like Nicholas Cage: Yeah, it's the Ghost Rider
I'm similar to Nicholas Cage's character in Ghost Rider


P89, yeah, I let my toast slide, Costa Rica To Brazil
I have a specific gun (P89) and I've carried it across many countries


I got my hos in the lamb; why your bitch bald headed?
I have my attractive women in a luxury car, while your partner is unattractive


Like Britney Spears; I'm in the projects gettin' dope and piff money
I'm successful, but still participate in illegal activities in the projects


Two more flips; that's Anna Nicole Smith money; fuck a G4
I'll make more money with just two more transactions, like Anna Nicole Smith's inheritance, without needing a private jet


I'm in a G-500, G-450, G-550; that's airplane talk
I have various expensive car models, like the G series, which is equivalent to airplane talk


I'm the aviator man, baby; AR shoot your baby out your hands
I'm a man who flies planes, and I'll even shoot a baby out of your hands with my AR (assault rifle)


Spaghetti and corn bread; mix got me blunted
I'm high from a mix of spaghetti and corn bread


There's no talk abouts; you don't fuck on an empty stomach
I don't talk about things, and you shouldn't engage in sexual activity on an empty stomach


Buy out the mall, then hug the block; hundred-thou wood grain
I'll buy out an entire mall, then hang out on the street corner with my expensive car


In a phantom drop; then I cruise in the club
I'll drive a Rolls-Royce Phantom drophead, then relax in a club


Got my ruge in the club; pay a bouncer a buck
I'll bring my gun into a club and even bribe the bouncer to let me do it


Now my uz in the club, yeah, nigga
Now I have my Uzi (submachine gun) in the club with me




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ANTHEM ENTERTAINMENT LP, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: MARVIN BERNARD, TIMOTHY CLAYTON, FLOYD NATHANIEL HILLS, TIMOTHY Z. MOSLEY, CURTIS JAMES JACKSON

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