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(feat. Peedi Crakk, Black Thought, Tu Phace & Wale) [Intro: Peedi Crakk] Hot shyt, hot shyt, come and get it, come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt [Verse 1: Peedi Crakk] Come and get it, I don't know what the fuck to do with it I wrote it down, took it to the studio and spit it I tried to knock it in the game, a soccer, they ain't kick it I twist it up in the dutch, mental lit it and hit it My girl won't lick it, my moms won't cook it The cops won't book it, my squad ain't with it I shot a point black where the cage is still live in I try to take it to Jamal and pray that they'll send us Playa plies won't rip it, icepicks won't pick it I took it to Jigga, he couldn't do nuttin with it I threw it in the river, motherfuckers started swimmin I bagged it up, put it on the block and couldn't flip Who the fuck gon' buy it? The Roc won't drop it Maybe if I put up "For Sale" sign, somebody cop it State penitentiary cellblocks can't lock it Hot shyt, bitch, DJ Screw can't +Chop+ it [Chorus: Peedi Crakk] Letras de cancionesCome and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt [Verse 2: Black Thought] Uh! Come and get it, who want it I got it I'm runnin with it I brung it from Philly Philly where the crimes get committed Them rhymes is terrific, beyond scientific I took it up in a gym, nobody couldn't lift it Where the hell I'm 'gon send it? Will people 'gon dig it? I took it to Rich he said it's somethin wrong with it He took ut to? uestlove, he on the phone with it He took it to Pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence Who the fuck 'gon touch it? If Snoop won't puff it? The streets don't love it, your peeps won't plug it I took it to Jigga he said it wasn't in the budget We took it to Jazzy Jeff, the brother couldn't cut it I wonder who 'gon knock it, the world 'gon rock it The squad 'gon pop it, your girl 'gon jock it I lost my wallet, glad I had it in my pocket When I'm up in the party, come and see me get retarded HOT! [Chorus: Peedi Crakk] Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt [Verse 3: Tuphace] Yo, come and get it, I admit it, I spit it kinda diff-er-ent They, try to put me in the box, I wouldn't fit in it Coke - wasn't shippin it, dro - wasn't hittin it But flippin them downloads and folks stay clickin it Labels won't push it, T-Pain won't hook it [? ] campaign, straight George Bush it Showed it to John McCain, said it wasn't crooked Opened the champagne when Obama ran and took it The kids won't heat it, the blogs gon' delete it I sent it to L.A., the nigga couldn't +Reid+ it I gave it to MJ and my homie couldn't +Beat It+ (Hee-hee!) I showed it to Stevie and he said he couldn't see it Where the hell I'm gon' spread it? My city don't get it The radio gon' edit, the journalists won't sweat it Dig it, I don't give a SHIT about a critic I'm young, fresh, and gifted and I spit it how I live it Come and get it! [Chorus: Peedi Crakk] Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt [Verse 4: Young Chris] Uh! My pops wouldn't raise it, Just won't +Blaze+ it Judge wouldn't free it, Charles couldn't see it And even if they had the horiscope they couldn't read it He took it upon his self since Def Jam won't release it Said the artist couldn't paint it, a poet couldn't speak it Bullet couldn't seek it bad karma couldn't reap it Said the farmer couldn't grow it, the cleaners couldn't sew it Johnny Depp couldn't +Blow+ it, B.E.T. wouldn't show it Said the law couldn't cuff it, my lungs wouldn't puff it Tone couldn't +touch+ it even the phone couldn't crush it Said a holster couldn't tuck it Superhead can't suck it It's born to rock on, explosion, one of the toughest Said the barber couldn't cut it, rain couldn't flood it McCain can't beat us so Barack had to lead us It's the Roc motherfuckers, G-shots, undefeated This flow is so insane T-Wayne Couldn't Believe it MOTHERFUCKERS! [Chorus: Peedi Crakk] Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt [Verse 5: Wale] (Kill it!) Okay, Peedi said kill it, euthanasia's in the building And Wale been on his business since Gang of Six kill it The people gon' feel it, a leader win the building A leader to my people, niggas hate it just a smidget The city can't stop it, no keys gon' lock it Believe I been popular, the freaks who been pockin The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop And name another new nigga with a sicker Twitter follow And the politics are part of it, the radio ain't on it Promoters say that most of them are 'fraid of my performance I'm flawless with the spittin, the rappers don't live it My [? ] lenses. my infrared sixes My infrared maxes and I ain't even matchin So gonna bring the bitches, and Peedi bring the Backwoods And I'm a get some action, who said I won't do it? I'm a take you out the game, you +Mutombo+ to it Muthafucka! [Chorus: Peedi Crakk] Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt Come and get it come and get it hot shyt, hot shyt From Letras Mania