Lyrics Come and Get Some - Jon Conner , I4NI

Come and get some
Let's go
Come and get some

I'm back so you better be prepared sucker
Put up the knife and gun and fight bare knuckle
Hillbillies 'bout the business on my payroll
I ain't gotta get you there, do it if I say so
I keep it moving in a hurry while you on your lip
I do me, I don't worry 'bout the other shit
In the seat with the heat up under it
Come around here we get it hotter than an oven mitt
Stone cold and I get it from my pappy
Like a pimp in the Caddy that live in Cincinnati
With the chickens in the alley, trickin' for they daddy
Why they hate? I'm fresher than a peppermint patty
I'm a little off drizzy, playin' with the flizzo
Gettin' these racks while your boys go brizzo
All about my cabbage, I'm an average jizzo
Damn man, you ain't get the memo?

I fear no man
When it's time to take a stand
Ain't scared to throw them hands, no
If you wanna come and get some
Let me tell you 'bout my kind
When it's time to draw the line
We ain't hard to find, no
If you wanna come and get some

Hold up, I heard it's about to go down
They didn't think that we would bring the whole town
Country boys, big trucks, loud pipes
Damn right, ready to fight all night
Glad to, but only if we have to
It's eye for an eye, can't you suckers read the tattoos?
Gosh darn, when will they learn?
Papa told you when you play with fire you get burned
We're the hottest, went and got us a record deal
Never did back down and we never will
So if you feel that you want some of Stone
Somebody better tell 'em where them boys come from
Down yonder, all about loyalty and honor
Need every ray of a day and John Connor
Eye for an eye and it's bonkers to think we're the underdog
So come and get it homie, we ain't scared of none of y'all

I fear no man
When it's time to take a stand
Ain't scared to throw them hands, no
If you wanna come and get some
Let me tell you 'bout my kind
When it's time to draw the line
We ain't hard to find, no
If you wanna come and get some

JC, I love the beat brother
But won't you step from behind that board for a second
And show these people what you can do on the microphone

Name of the game, write it, record it and drop it
Mark it, push it, sell it and pocket the profit
I'm sick of the talkin', haters keep runnin' their mouth
Hard on the net, you see 'em, they run in their house
Man of my word, be like this, a gram of the herb
I turn into an animal herd (Grr) and stampede
Few can produce like a bad seed
Fans keep growing like the damn weed
Work for a living, I came up poor as a pauper
Now I listen, don't like it, I turn down the offer
Spit game, shit changed, got records on Billboard
Free-fallin' anytime I can pull on the ripcord
And float down, fuck that, my foot's on the pedal
I'm here for the money, save all the trophies and medals
Takin' what's mine, it's time I add to my income
Little life verse, homie you wanna come get some

I fear no man
When it's time to take a stand
Ain't scared to throw them hands, no
If you wanna come and get some
Let me tell you 'bout my kind
When it's time to draw the line
We ain't hard to find, no
If you wanna come and get some
I fear no man
When it's time to take a stand
Ain't scared to throw them hands, no
If you wanna come and get some
Let me tell you 'bout my kind
When it's time to draw the line
We ain't hard to find, no
If you wanna come and get some