Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Come and Get Me’ by 50 Cent. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 50 Cent or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
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