Bizarre - Get The Dyk (Raw Mix) lyrics

(Young Zee) Them n***as try to rob me could GET THE DICK All them b**hes try to play me they GET THE DICK n***as try to jump B.U. can GET THE DICK We gon' bang when I see you so GET THE DICK Have you ever seen a show with n***as on the mic With one minute rhymes that don't come out right They bite, they never write, that's not polite I got great sk**s And if my record sells 8 mil I'ma still smoke weed, get dusted, get drunk and take pills Fast gun play gon' get you blast one day f**ing with Zee, it be today mothaf**a Newark like a sitcom for no brains ???, Jettin from? trains Slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee With half a forty, feel like the walls is moving towards me Till I die from old age I'll be pullin girls up to s** my dick right on the stage So stop talking, get them old jelli's walking 'Fore I call Pace celly walkman, and tell him yall been Acting iffy, and its really starting to piss me And like popcorn, my n***a's be here in a jiffy Will all the Mack 10's step beside me We gon' start wylin and k** everybody (Pace Won) To you fronting a** b**hes GET THE DICK To you booty a** labels GET THE DICK To you corny a** rappers GET THE DICK To all you mothaf**a's GET THE DICK (Young Zee) Have you ever seen a show with n***as on the mic With one minute rhymes that don't come out right They bite, they never write, that's not polite (Pace Won) Pace Won, Mr. Perfect, I take a warm shower Make a condo, out of saw powder Make the sun eclipse at the born hour I'm a wizard at this sh** like Juwon Howard Put my gun up in the a** of crews and start to spray, gotta pay ma**ive dues So I take Emcee's that pa** the rules And fly them into space like NASA do I'm a, weed lover, going deep cover Tricking these goofy a** ho's I need rubbers Your favorite nucker, flow bu*ter n***as get mobbed, leave with they clothes cut up 'When you comin' what they askin me 'You fresh to no limit like Master P' I be keepin sh** milky like? cream Pace Won, blaze one, and I'm? fiends mothaf**a (Azz-Iz) To yall f*g a** cops GET THE DICK To you b**hes on the block GET THE DICK To you fake weed spots GET THE DICK And yall n***as without glocks GET THE DICK (Young Zee) Have you ever seen a show with n***as on the mic With one minute rhymes that don't come out right They bite, they never write, that's not polite (Azz-Iz) If your flow is kinda doo-doo I more filthier than white bums from Newark (brick city!) to Honolulu More wine than cherry, raspberry, apple-cranberry, strawberry Muthaf**in flows extraordinary Your b**h a** will get bodied and buried By this slick walking, talking, rhyming dictionary Gimme your mind, let me? one Fairly handsome, blackened like temper tantrums Spittin like automatic handguns, You can't run Your style is more garbage than Shirley Manson You got a platinum single, roll me your money I'm bummy but I bet I can get your b**h to beat my dick for me (Bizarre) Doin drive-bys in less than 2 minutes And I know one of these houses on the block got your f**in family in it And what's the worstist, is y'all n***as gon' need nurses I collect money on your block, like ushers at churches No matter where your boys go, n***a I'ma get 'em You can ask? Funeral Home, how much business I be sendin 'em You forgot b**h n***a, I know where you stay Loaded AK, get little Johnny out the way Bet you these bats gauruntee your a** won't be walking I rock '98 Suburbans while you push cars from the auction You don't wanna see Bizarre Kid get dumb I beat a b**hes a** when I'm in a good mood so imagine if I'm in a bad one You better duck when I pull this nine I done shut up your block so many times All I see is For Sale signs They say these cats only got 9 lives, But Dardin took 8, so tonight you diiiiiie (Young Zee) GET THE DICK yeah yeah yeah GET THE DICK yeah Bizarre yeah GET THE DICK All you f**ers in Detroit GET THE DICK Have you ever seen a show with n***as on the mic With one minute rhymes that don't come out right They bite, they never write, that's not polite You dummies The reason b**hes want me to spend money Just to spread 'em like Gin Rummy I'm Ya Ya Holier than Roshashana With baby mama's that's pro black like the Sada The lover large and at peace with his god Behind bars, yall n***a's sittin close with the gaurds f**ing with yall, I'm always catchin charts Yall won't let us box, yall wanna run and tell the Sarge Life's short, I play hard See your crew on the streets, better know I won't hesitate to spray yall I keep a rifle k**ing you and everybody looking like you f*g, it's a never ending cycle Can't nobody come and save you when I start sh** My lead is like Kryptonite to them Clark Kent's I rip a crew with dust and liquor too Too despicable Toss you off the terace on ritaloo(ritual) I rise like Christ The third knight on mics But it ain't Easter It's only d**h when I meet you so GET THE DICK