50 Cent – Come & Go ft Dr Dre

Tremendously talented American rapper, 50 Cent collides with Dr Dre to create this amazing song titled “Come & Go”.

This intriguing record which appeared as Track 06 on his top charting album project called “Curtis” was officially released on 11 September 2007.

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LYRICS

I make ’em move

I make ’em move

I make it hot up in here

Look around

Let’s see what we got up in here

Bring ’em in, (kick ’em out)

Bring ’em in, (kick ’em out)

Bring ’em in (you ain’t freaking, we ain’t speaking, bitch)

Bring ’em in, (kick ’em out)

Bring ’em in, (kick ’em out)

Bring ’em in (it’s Dr Dre and 50 Cent, trick)

They say he couldn’t do it, look, now, I did it

I topped ‘In the Club’, I’m still sipping the bub

The drama, I’m with it, I get biz, you get it

I breezed on that shiddit, I split your widdig

That’s why a nigga’s bidded, I can’t forget it

I said I didn’t do it, witnesses said I did it

I’m fresh out on bail, my Benz is all kitted

Five TVs, my rims is so sidick

I cruise through, your bitch just fell in love with it

Baby, come in, girl, I want to give it to you

Once I’m in, it’s on, I’m a freak with it

Money comes with it, hot shit, I spit it

G Unit kidicks, blue New York fitted

Shorty, want to cut, oh, yeah, I’m with it

She comes to my hotel room, she know she’s gon’ get it

It’s exercise, my homie, he’s been waiting, he’s next in line

Bring ’em in, (kick ’em out)

Bring ’em in, (kick ’em out)

Bring ’em in (you ain’t freaking, we ain’t speaking, bitch)

Bring ’em in, (kick ’em out)

Bring ’em in, (kick ’em out)

Bring ’em in (it’s Dr Dre and 50 Cent, trick)

People always talking about my reputation

I don’t love them, I don’t need them

I don’t love them, I don’t need them

I don’t love them

I don’t care what she do with him, it’s all good with me

Suwoo

They can’t do it how I do it, I’m number one, I knew it

I do, I do my thing and gangsters bop to it

It’s hit after hit, damn, I’m on a roll

I’m like James Brown now, man, I’ve got soul

No, I ain’t a pimp, hell, yeah, I’ve got hoes

I was born to do this, when I breathe I make a killing

Think I’m bullshitting, my money’s touching the ceiling

Cam buying condos, I’m buying the whole building

I’m pissing on grown women, R Kelly do it to children

You bet against me, boy, I’mma hurt your feelings

Because over and over, I’mma keep on winning

My Rolls Royce’s tinted, your Phantom’s rented

That’s why we never ever ever ever see you with it

Man, everybody knows, like everywhere I go

When 50 in the club, shit just goes out of control

You can blame it on Em, or blame it on Dre, okay?

Bring ’em in, (kick ’em out)

Bring ’em in, (kick ’em out)

Bring ’em in (you ain’t freaking, we ain’t speaking, bitch)

Bring ’em in, (kick ’em out)

Bring ’em in, (kick ’em out)

Bring ’em in (it’s Dr Dre and 50 Cent, trick)