Lyrical Breakdown of Come And Get Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Come And Get Me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jadakiss feat. S.I. & Sheek Louch weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Come And Get Me" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Jadakiss feat. S.I. & Sheek Louch employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Geah, make a move y'all, which part you wan' lose? The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze I'm tougher than leather nigga, I cannot bruise Who wanna try a nigga? Hard to the God, come and butterfly a nigga (Hold that) Ooze on out (Uh, huh) Weeks later bitch go and throw your shoes on out I'm that shit that great Mario [unverified] 'bout Clear this out, blood on the hopscotch floor Shells in the sandbox, niggaz with big Glocks Late night, movin' that junk like Redd Fox Now, you don't want nothin' about me (Nah) You pussy, nigga come fuck with the Alkie Weed smokin', keep the cancer piece on it (Yeah) Call hoes, get pussy whenever I want it (C'mere bitch) Mack daddy (No) Pimp daddy (No) Hammer cocked (Yeah) Let that go I ain't heard shit in a long, long time To even fuck around with either one of my rhymes (Sheek Louch) Niggaz still livin' off the petty ass crimes The Hossa [unverified] hater, Lacoste gator Levi's, hundred to the Mr. Chow waiter What up street niggaz? Hold heat niggaz Fuck sweet niggaz, you'll get beat niggaz (Yeah) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me C'mon, yeah, ah, hah, nobody, c'mon Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo Yo listen here, you ain't dead if your heart ain't stop Twin 40's, you ain't gotta ask, "Are they cocked?" I'm so sharp I could come through and scar they block Late night, red linin' in an R.A. drop And I'm only tuckin' them until I shoot ya When I pull 'em out that's when I'm fuckin' with your future You gon' realize this is nothin' that you're used to Get your life taken by a booster Then we gon' hang the noose up It's all over with (Yeah) All they found was his Louis scarf With his DNA all over it (Mm) Who's choosin' and pickin' them (Who?) 'Cause I'm sick of them Not followin' the curriculum (Yeah) It's my shit and I'm evictin' them (Get out) Whoever feel like they ain't gotta leave, I'm rippin' them Even though the love's frail, the thug's real All you gotta do is just follow the blood trail Much harder fightin' when the battle is uphill Whatever the knife can't handle the slug will Keep a good lawyer that's smart work on cases Still gotta run from the NARCs, they gon' chase us (Run) In case I gotta put some artwork on faces If we leave the game for God they gon' [unverified] us My suggestion, is that you don't even test, son Unless you wanna catch a fresh one Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me (I'm talkin 'bout murder) Now who out there wanna fuck around with me? You can come and get a fresh buck 50 We got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me Yeah, yeah, yeah Let's go