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get the dyk! - bizarre lyrics

[young zee]
them n-ggas try to rob me could get the d-ck
all them b-tches try to play me they get the d-ck
n-ggas try to jump b.u. can get the d-ck
we gon’ bang when i see you so get the d-ck
have you ever seen a show with n-ggas 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!lls
and if my record sells 8 mil
i’mma still smoke weed, get dusted, get drunk and take pills
fast gun play gon’ get you blast one day
f-cking with zee, it be today mothaf-cka
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 suck my d-ck 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 p-ss me
and like popcorn, my n-gga’s be here in a jiffy
will all the mack 10’s step beside me
we gon’ start wylin and k!ll everybody

[pace won]
to you fronting -ss b-tches get the d-ck
to you booty -ss labels get the d-ck
to you corny -ss rappers get the d-ck
to all you mothaf-cka’s get the d-ck

[young zee]
have you ever seen a show with n-ggas 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-t like juwon howard
put my gun up in the -ss of crews
and start to spray, gotta pay m-ssive dues
so i take emcee’s that p-ss the rules
and fly them into sp-ce like nasa do
i’m a, weed lover, going deep cover
tricking these goofy -ss ho’s i need rubbers
your favorite nucker, flow b-tter
n-ggas 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-t milky like ? cream
pace won, blaze one, and i’m ? fiends mothaf-cka

[azz-iz]
to yall f-g -ss cops get the d-ck
to you b-tches on the block get the d-ck
to you fake weed spots get the d-ck
and yall n-ggas without glocks get the d-ck

[young zee]
have you ever seen a show with n-ggas 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
m-th-f-ckin flows extraordinary
your b-tch -ss will get bodied and buried
by this sl!ck 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-tch to beat my d-ck for me

[bizarre]
doin drive-bys in less than 2 minutes
and i know one of these houses on the block
got your f-ckin family in it
and what’s the worstist, is y’all n-ggas gon’ need nurses
i collect money on your block, like ushers at churches
no matter where your boys go, n-gga i’mma get ’em
you can ask swanson funeral home, how much business i be sendin ’em
you forgot b-tch n-gga, i know where you stay
loaded ak, get little johnny out the way
bet you these bats gauruntee your -ss 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-tches -ss 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
bizarre done took 8, so tonight you diiiiiie

[young zee]
get the d-ck
yeah yeah yeah get the d-ck
yeah bizarre yeah get the d-ck
all you f-ckers in detroit get the d-ck
have you ever seen a show with n-ggas 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-tches 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-gga’s sittin close with the gaurds
f-cking 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!lling you and everybody looking like you
f-g, it’s a never ending cycle
can’t n0body come and save you when i start sh-t
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 death when i meet you
so get the d-ck

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