Gudda Gudda – Get Bizzy lyrics

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? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

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, not 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 opera house
I brought that drop top Phantom of the Oprah 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, sippin' 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
And to my B's, nigga soo 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
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'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 crabshell
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