I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in 
Thirty eight waist enough to put one nine in 
Really a thirty six without the gun I'm thin 
but when the gat is tucked I'm fat as fuck 
Ignorant bastard I'm takin it back to day one 
No kids but trust me I know how to raise a gun 
For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun 
well here's the shock of your life the glock not the mic 
Homey I'm not into hype; trust me, I'm still street 
You still fuckin up then trust me I still creep 
Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin real sweet 
but reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep 
S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs 
Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother 
I'm a crook like you, I took like you 
I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you 
How dare you look at Jigga like I'm shook like boo 
I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me.. 

COME AND GET ME! 
{*gong sounds*} Ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-ka-come.. 
{*bell rings*} COME AND GET ME! Ka-ka-ka