Gudda Gudda - Get Bizzy Lyrics
Gudda Gudda - Get Bizzy Lyrics
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See you niggas killin' me man
What you think I don't hear you talkin'?
Like, "Why Wayne and Dram' workin'?
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 (Gangsta)
Y'all ain't learned that?
Weezy F. Bitch, I'm tired of y'all hatin'
I know ya head hurtin', you Tylenol takin'
Mothaf*ckers 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, f*ck all this rappin', boy
I get to cappin', leave you with holes like a napkin
Man, he gon' need a 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 ya out, money made me block ya out
I done got the game on lock, and I locked ya out
My jewellery singin' 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, sippin' 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 lookin' like red barf on my neck
Ugh, 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
Haha, nigga I don't ever scratch
And if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch
Paper soldiers 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 mothaf*cker, but the money so not
It's Young Money, nigga
Let's get it, let's get it, chyeah
(The Apphilates, nigga, holla at ya boy)
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 motherf*ckin' 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 f*ckin Soviet
Army, Russia bitch-nigga if he talking crazy
Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazy
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See you niggas killin' me man
What you think I don't hear you talkin'?
Like, "Why Wayne and Dram' workin'?
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 (Gangsta)
Y'all ain't learned that?
Weezy F. Bitch, I'm tired of y'all hatin'
I know ya head hurtin', you Tylenol takin'
Mothaf*ckers 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, f*ck all this rappin', boy
I get to cappin', leave you with holes like a napkin
Man, he gon' need a 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 ya out, money made me block ya out
I done got the game on lock, and I locked ya out
My jewellery singin' 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, sippin' 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 lookin' like red barf on my neck
Ugh, 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
Haha, nigga I don't ever scratch
And if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch
Paper soldiers 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 mothaf*cker, but the money so not
It's Young Money, nigga
Let's get it, let's get it, chyeah
(The Apphilates, nigga, holla at ya boy)
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 motherf*ckin' 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 f*ckin Soviet
Army, Russia bitch-nigga if he talking crazy
Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazy
What you think I don't hear you talkin'?
Like, "Why Wayne and Dram' workin'?
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 (Gangsta)
Y'all ain't learned that?
Weezy F. Bitch, I'm tired of y'all hatin'
I know ya head hurtin', you Tylenol takin'
Mothaf*ckers 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, f*ck all this rappin', boy
I get to cappin', leave you with holes like a napkin
Man, he gon' need a 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 ya out, money made me block ya out
I done got the game on lock, and I locked ya out
My jewellery singin' 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, sippin' 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 lookin' like red barf on my neck
Ugh, 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
Haha, nigga I don't ever scratch
And if she throw that pussy, big dog fetch
Paper soldiers 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 mothaf*cker, but the money so not
It's Young Money, nigga
Let's get it, let's get it, chyeah
(The Apphilates, nigga, holla at ya boy)
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 motherf*ckin' 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 f*ckin Soviet
Army, Russia bitch-nigga if he talking crazy
Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazy
Writer: Dwayne Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.