Come On Baby

Lyrics

[Swizz Beatz] Put your hands up Put your hands up Ladies and gentleman your now rockin' with the best Just Blaze Put your hands up Swizzy Put your hands up Diddy One two three here we go [Saigon] Microphone check one two what is this? The Yardfather coming to give niggas the business It's so beyond rap, cock sucker we live this So um, come on baby, come on, come on and witness The next ten years of this shit, the slickness is deliberate Lyrically it's as sick as it get I been in the pen, been in the jects, been in the inter taps I been in the Benz, been in the Lex, been in the M.S.X Yes, I run ringers around the fraudulent type Come here and I'll show you that I spit on just more than a mic I make it hard for niggas to breathe, please These wicked emcees squeeze Hammers like the Pampers used to squeeze, hit the D.T I Mike Tyson ya eye, put a permanent ring around it Then go run in the booth and sing about it Look, if I don't hurt the nigga that play with my wealth I'm like me on Entourage god, I'm playing myself, let's go [Hook: Swizz Beatz] Hold up, the pump will make you jump up, put ya body in the tr-unk Keep goin now.. New York, and all the way to Cali and the South'll make ya ju-ump Don't touch the boy, yup! Hold up, the pump will make ya jump up, put ya body in the tr-unk I'll whip ya ass from New York, and all the way to Cali and the South'll make ya ju-ump ONE, TWO, THREE, WE GONE! [Jay-Z] You ain't crazy, don't you play me, don't you know it's Jay-Z? When internets ask who's the best, why won't you say me? Don't you hate me? C'mon baby, wasn't all gravy I took my lumps comin up just like a boxer baby My first style - hmm, maybe if I stuttered, maybe But then I slowed it down, brought it from the gutter baby Matter fact, I don't give a FUCK where you rate me Record labels told me, "No" - guess what the fuck they made me?! Super rich! Stupid bitches know I'm super vicious Like, standin over a wounded man wit, two biscuits Let's get it clear like eucalyptus, if you conflicted My flow is like the Cuban Missile Crisis Nigga, my near misses are crisis I hide a couple rare jewels in a verse For my niggas that like to listen like this Hahahaha - you gotta let it do what it do, baby C'MON! [Hook] [Saigon] Four finger, three finger, two finger, one finger Humdinger, gun slinger, that's what I am I spit it slick as the shit that's in a Crisco can So you should, c'mon baby, c'mon c'mon and get witcha man Got the rap shit down to a chemistry Lotta fakes in the industry, but I don't let them get to me I rock for my brothers that's locked in the penitentiary Me, Jay and Swizzy got the "Symphony of the Century" Roc-A-Fella, Fort Knox, fucker ya heard that! I don't know where you be, but see I be where the birds at She ask me buy her a drink, I get her some 'gnac Then it's, c'mon baby, c'mon c'mon let's merk to the back And way before my contract, I had hoes Rappers claim that they had broads, but I doubt that they was bad broads I'm feelin disrespected If everybody fuckin dimes, who got all these UGLY bitches pregnant?! [Hook]