Seven - Gettin' Bizzy lyrics

[Verse One]: Dre headphones on, Vizzy get his zone on My flow is like All State, go and get your quote on Modest as a Mouse so my ego never Float On But I'm fly as the Never Ending dragon Bastian road on Looking at the sky, trying to find where the top at Trying to get the green, n***a show me where the crop at Everybody Lost, I am still here And the crowd will cheer/wheelchair where is John Locke at? k** 'em with the way I rhyme I save the game like Daylight time, go ahead and put your clocks back I am everywhere where that you n***as probably not at And I be on the go with every flow that you stop at Arms up, I ain't going for defeat/the feet All I need is Seven on the beats And I am in my zone If I am not the heir/air to the throne How come you feel the wind on your seat? I got 'em like... [Hook]: Get 'em Vizzy Get 'em Vizzy Get 'em Vizzy Hold up, I'm getting busy Get 'em Vizzy (I will) Get 'em Vizzy (Indeed!) Get 'em Vizzy (yeah) Hold up, I'm getting busy [Verse Two]: Serving up that hot sh**, this is for the waiters I'm giving n***as food for thought, like it was catered Never go out to parties, I'd always come back with favors Then I sonned so many n***as you would think we're all related Thought they had me faded like stone wash Tried to monopolize the game and gave me no props Cause I came in here trying to rep for the Squares And I heated up my circle like stove tops Met Elliott Wilson and made his Radar switch I ain't talking gun talk, you can save y'all clips I ain't fly like the rest of 'em, but ain't I sick? They got all those tags, but they not it And I be sitting waiting, anticipating for the day when The radio finally go and play my sh** Long as I step up to the plate If I swing I miss But I'mma go out the way I went My n***as talk about... Get 'em Vizzy [Hook]: Get 'em Vizzy Get 'em Vizzy Get 'em Vizzy Hold up, I'm getting busy Get 'em Vizzy (Uh Huh) Get 'em Vizzy (Yep, yep, yep) Get 'em Vizzy (Haha, uh) Hold up, I'm getting busy [Verse Three]: I'm a cool little dude from a Midwest City Where the homies call me X and the girls call me Vizzy I am going going gone, yep, that ones out to Wrigley If you scared to come up here, there is no way else to get me They don't get me Type in those coordinates and try to see me We don't come in peace, but, we'll try to be friendly I'm the future, I'm the past, I'm the present, I'm the pending Quit your worrying, the curtains closing and the lights are dimming They probably can't hear me, the speakers probably blew up I digested the city so you know what I threw up Planted seeds in these streets so you know where they root us Where I'm born too, my horn make 'em scorn, b**hes tutor Shoot us, the pilot and look at where it flew us Over The Cuckoos Nest, well yes they have buddah Deny the tribe, they lie, look at how they do us In manual drive these guys try to autotune us [Hook]: Get 'em Vizzy Get 'em Vizzy Get 'em Vizzy Hold up, I'm getting busy Get 'em Vizzy (Uh Huh) Get 'em Vizzy (Yep, yep, yep) Get 'em Vizzy (Haha, uh) Hold up, I'm getting busy