Gudda Gudda - Get Bizzy lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama] See you n***as k**in' 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 ba*tards!) See ya'll n***as just wait til I turn around then talk about me Fool-a** n***as But i'll do this for ya'll Ya'll ain't learned that? HAHAHAHA [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Weezy F. b**h, I'm tired of y'all hatin' I know ya head hurtin', you tylenol takin' Mothaf**ers I'm the man, just ask your old lady Like a true gentleman, I'm after your lady I'm a ma**acre waitin' to happen, f** 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 j**elery singin' like a oprah 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, n***a 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, n***a I don't ever scratch And if she throw that p**y, big dog fetch Type of soldier on some sketch that sh** I'mma draw that pistol make your chest a tablet You are just a tad bit and I'm a whole lot Young Money mothaf**er, but the money so not [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] Sick with' it, hard body like Iron Mike The flow is C4, I drop bombs like dynamite You n***as is sweet, yeah sweet like Mike'n Ikes Bob Barker with the Phantom white, cause my price is right Hit the club n***a, then I leave with' two dykes tonight Let my n***as cut them up, they gon' get a slice tonight n***a peep my wrist game, you can see the ice is right Blind everybody in this motherf**in spot tonight Superman, blowing on a Swisher full of kryptonite Got the wolves with' me here, I'm howling in this b**h tonight n***as say they hard body, but I can't tell n***a, you can get yo sh** cracked like a crab shell You want war with' the boys, so be it We in all red like the f**in Soviet Army, Russia b**h n***a if he talking crazy Hit him in his left leg, have him walking crazy