Lyrics Get Bizzy - lil wayne , Gudda Gudda
(DJ
Drama)
See
you
niggas
killin′
me
man
Did
you
think
I
don't
hear
you
talkin′?
Like
"why
wayne
and
dram'
workin'?
Didn′t
wayne
dis
dram′?
Didn't
dram′
dis
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?
HAHAHAHA
Weezy
F.
bitch,
I'm
tired
of
y′all
hatin′
I
know
ya
head
hurtin',
you
tylenol
takin′
Mothafuckers
I'm
the
man,
just
ask
your
old
lady
Like
a
true
gentleman,
I′m
after
your
lady
I'm
a
massacre
waitin′
to
happen,
fuck
all
this
rappin'
boy
I
get
to
cappin',
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
Mamma
said
knock
ya
out,
money
made
me
block
ya
out
I
got
the
game
on
lock,
and
I
lock
ya
out
My
jewelery
singin′
like
a
oprah
house
I
bought
that
drop
top
Phantom
of
the
Oprah
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
Tennessee
Tall
cup
of
DJ
Screw,
sittin'
on
a
pint
of
big
moe
Sharper
than
a
tack
ho,
you
can
keep
the
tic
toe
Yea,
red
scarf
on
my
neck
Red
diamonds
lookin′
like
red
barf
on
my
neck
Tell
my
b's,
nigga
sue
woo
Cause
I
be
with
more
B′s
than
Ju
Ju
Big
Boss
I'm
a
big
dog
And
I
don′t
mean
fleas
when
I
say
I'm
ticked
off
HaHa,
nigga
I
don't
ever
scratch
And
if
she
throw
that
pussy,
big
dog
fetch
Type
of
soldier
on
some
sketch
that
shit
I′mma
draw
that
pistol
make
your
chest
a
tablet
You
are
just
a
tad
bit
and
I′m
a
whole
lot
Young
Money
mothafucker,
but
the
money
so
not
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
motherfuckin
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
hard
body,
but
I
can't
tell
Nigga,
you
can
get
yo
shit
cracked
like
a
crab
shell
You
want
war
with'
the
boys,
so
be
it
We
in
all
red
like
the
fuckin
Soviet
Army,
Russia
bitch
nigga
if
he
talking
crazy,
Hit
him
in
his
left
leg,
have
him
walking
crazy
1 The Other Side
2 Stuntin
3 My Weezy
4 Still I Rise
5 Whoever You Like
6 Welcome Back
7 Dedication 3
8 What Else Is There To Do
9 D*ck Pleaser
10 You Love Me I Hate You
11 Bang Bang
12 A Dedication
13 She's A Ryder
14 Do's And Don'ts Of Young Money
15 That Was Easy
16 Get Bizzy
17 A Message To The DJs
18 Dedicated
19 Dedication 4
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