XV - Gettin' Bizzy lyrics

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
Nigga show me where the crop at
Everybody Lost, I am still here
And the crowd will cheer
Wheelchair where is John Locke at?
Kill '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
Niggas 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

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

Serving up that hot shit
This is for the waiters
I'm giving niggas food for thought
Like it was catered never go out to parties
I'd always come back with favors
Then I sonned so many niggas 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 shit
Long as I step up to the plate
If I swing I miss
But, I'mma go out the way I went
My niggas talk about get 'em Vizzy

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

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
Bitches 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

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