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Lil Wayne

Get Bizzy

 

Get Bizzy

(album: Dedication 3 - 2008)


See you niggas killing me man
Did you think I don't hear you talking?
Like "Why Wayne and Dram' working?
Didn't Wayne diss Dram'?
Didn't dram' diss Wayne?" (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards!)
See ya'll niggas just wait 'til I turn around then talk about me
Fool-ass niggas
But I'll do this for ya'll
Ya'll ain't learned that? Ha ha ha ha

Weezy F. bitch, I'm tired of y'all hating
I know your head hurting, you Tylenol-taking motherfuckers
I'm the man, just ask your old lady
Like a true gentleman, I'm after your lady
I'm a massacre waiting to happen, fuck all this rapping, boy
I get to capping, leave you with holes like a napkin, man
He gon' need napkin, no a band-aid, no a damn grave
I am Rampage Jackson on a rampage, step in my cage
Picture on my page, printed in the best book
Come up out my left pocket with a left hook
Mama said knock you out, money made me block you out
I got the game on lock, and I lock you out
My jewelry singing like a opera house
I brought that drop-top Phantom of the Opera out
Yeah, "Get Silly" not stupid man
Never save a ho, she better ask Soulja Boy to Superman
You can bet when I sleep, I'm Poloed-down, head to feet
Polo horses on my sheets, I get that from Pimp C
Tall cup of DJ Screw, sipping on a pint of Big Moe
Sharper than a tack ho, you can keep the tic toe
Yeah, red scarf on my neck
Red diamonds looking like red barf on my neck, ugh
And to my Bs, nigga, "Soo-woo"
'Cause I be with more Bs than Juju
Big bro, I'm a big dog
And I don't mean fleas when I say I'm ticked off
Ha ha, nigga, I don't ever scratch
And if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch
Type of soldier on some sketch that shit
I'ma draw that pistol, make your chest a tablet
You are just a tad bit and I'm a whole lot
Young Money motherfucker, but the money so not

It's Young Money, nigga!

Sick with it, hard body like Iron Mike
The flow is C4, I drop bombs like dynamite
You niggas is sweet, yeah sweet like Mike'n Ikes
Bob Barker with the Phantom white, 'cause my price is right
Hit the club nigga, then I leave with two dykes tonight
Let my niggas cut them up, they gon' get a slice tonight
Nigga peep my wrist game, you can see the ice is right
Blind everybody in this motherfucking spot tonight
Superman, blowing on a Swisher full of Kryptonite
Got the wolves with me here, I'm howling in this bitch tonight
Niggas say they're hard body, but I can't tell
Nigga, you can get your shit cracked like a crab shell
You want war with the boys, so be it
We're in all red like the fucking Soviet Army
Rush a bitch, nigga if he talking crazy
Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazy

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