Lil Wayne, Gudda Gudda - Get Bizzy lyrics

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

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

It's Young Money, nigga!

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