Lil Wayne — Get Bizzy

[Intro: 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 [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] 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 Mama 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 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 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 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'ma 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 [Interlude: Gudda Gudda] It's Young Money, nigga! [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] 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 Rush a bitch, nigga if he talking crazy Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazy