Come Get Me - Nas
Artist : “Nas”
Song title : “Come Get Me”
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and as a special treat this evening
i have asked americas foremost young poet
to read his latest poem for us
Nas
Yo
Yo yo
Power and crime
The thugs slingin powder and dimes
Twenties of d
Is yo niggaz wilder than mine?
My niggaz bust nines
Puff lye and stick up cowards
for they shine
You resist
Then you push up flowers
Im like lou cabrasi
Vitos best hit-man
Thats "godfather" shit
Back seat
Next lit plans
Revolvers spit
Im too tough to bargain with
And you dont want the god to pull up the cars thats sick
Arms and wrists is lit up
Queensbridge kings
Plaques awards applause when i do my thing
Streets is black as midnight
The concrete gray
With stains of blood and germ and piss all day
Come on the ave
get sized up
Plus appraised
Duck and pray that my guns dont bust your way
Niggaz with names
Livin off reputation
Sometimes gotta remind you aint nothin changin
Chorus nas repeat 2x
If you ill come get me
Cause i aint runnin
If your guns off the hook then well both be gunnin
Come get me if you real
Cause i aint scared
Its all fair in love and war
1 - and im well prepared
2 - we can take it there
Nas
You dont like me clown?now you wanna take me down?
If i bring my face around
You gon do what?you butt
Your crew knew i blew up
I been shinin - baseball diamonds
Dick rings for your chicklings
Niggaz know what my nine pearl handles about
fuck you say girlie mouth?get it krunk like the dirty south
And i know you see me flossed out
Multi-milli-i
Hear your bitch talk about me
You give her the cold eye?
Girls dig you
Imagine what she feel for me?
You make hot songs
But she know you steal from me
Who ill as me?i wild on haters in album three
Next level - i take yall niggaz to 3-d
Cant find a nigga shook from queens
Ill be with the most grimy killers
What nigga and they all look clean
Who put bombs underneath cars
If you want beef then start
Your next stop is to the graveyard
Chorus
Nas
You too feminine to kill again
Jail got you soft
You talk but you scared to go back up north
Keep your face twisted
But you dont really want nuttin
Talk a bunch of shit motherfucker and stop frontin
You dont wanna flip again
And sell drugs again
Be on the run again
Catch you at the comfort inn
Shoot up your door
Bust in on you and your whore
Put yall in bags
Clean the blood off of the floor
So play tough
I want yall to get out of line
I got nines
Every color shape and design
I sent killers every race to put one in your spine
Two in your ear
get your crew
Who do i fear?
Nobody never get involved and none of em dyin
I think like you do
Roll with about two irons
Catch me flyin
High in the aircraft winin
- and dinin
You die
Then we laugh
You bitch-ass
? to gauze up
Your stab wounds
While im gettin head
In a lear jet
Bathroom
With all my goons
All my ice
And suitcases
full of paper
Not money its bank statements
The illmatic that explains how we rock
Yachts and co-ops
We buy the hood and sell you a block
Chorus