Lil` Wayne Get Bizzy Lyrics

Get Bizzy Lyrics

(DJ Drama) 

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

 



(lil wayne)

uhh Young young young young
young young yooouuunnng young mula baby

young mula baby young young mulah
baby   you ready?

Weezy f bitch, im tired of yall hatin

I know ya
head hurtin' you tylenol takin mafuckers im the man

just ask your ol'
lady, like a true gentleman im after yo lady

Im a massacre waitin' to
happen fuck all this rappin boy

I get to cappin and leave you with holes
like a napkin man

He gonna 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 a 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 jewelery singin' like a oprah house, i bought
that drop top  phantom of the oprah yea, get silly now stupid man

Never
save a hoe she better ask soulja boy to superman

You can bet when i sleep
im poloed down head to feet, polo horses on my sheets, i get that from pimp
c

Tall cup of dj screw, sittin on a pint of big moe

Sharper than a
tack hoe, you can keep the tick toe

Yea, red scarf on my neck, red
diamonds lookin like red barf on my neck

EHH

Tell my bass, nigga
sue woo cause i be with more beads than ju ju

Big Bro im a big dog, and i
dont mean fleas when i say im ticked off

HAHAHA

Nigga i dont eva
scratch, and if she throws that pussy, big dog fetch type of soldier on some
sketch that shit imma draw that pistol make your chest a tablet you are just a
tad bit and imma whole lot young money motherfucka but the money so not