Get The Dick

[Hook]

Them niggas tried to rob me

Could get the dick

All them bitches tried to play me

You could my the dick

Niggas tried to jump D

You could get my dick

I'm gon' bang when I see you

So get my dick

[Chorus]

Have you ever seen a show

With fellas on the mic

With one minute rhymes

That don't come out right?

They bite

They never right

That's not polite

[Young Zee]

I got great skills

And if my record sells eight mil'

I'ma still smoke weed, get dusted

Get drunk and take pills

Fast gun play

Gon' get you blast one day

Fuckin' with Zee

It be today motherfucker

Look like a sitcom for no brain

We bum a loop

Jettin' from Roscoe Peco train

Slip a tab and mushrooms in my coffee

With half a forty

Feel like the wall's moving towards me

Ya, till I die from old age

I'll be pulling girls up to suck my dick

Right on stage

So stop talking

Get them old jellies walking

'Fore I call Pace celly walkman

Tell him y'all been

Acting iffy

And it's really starting to piss me

And like popcorn, my niggas be here in a jiffy

With all the mac 10's set beside me

I gon' start wylin' and kill everybody

[Hook]

Tell your fronting ass bitch

To get the dick

And to you booty ass label

To get my dick

To you corny ass rappers

Get my dick

To all you motherfuckers

Get my dick

[Chorus]

Have you ever seen a show

With niggas on the mic

With one minute rhymes

That don't come out right?

They bite

They never right

That's not polite

[Pace Won]

Yo, yo, yo, yo

Pace Won, Mr. Perfect

Take a warm shower

Make a condo out of saw powder

Make the sunny clips at the born hour

I'm a wizard at this shit

Like Jowahn Howard

Put my gun up in the ass of crews

And start to spray

Time to pay massive dues

So I take MC's that pass the rules

And fly 'em into space like NASA do

I'm the weed lover

Go in deep cover

Tricking these goofy ass hoes

I need rubbers

Your favorite nucka flow butter

Niggas get mobbed

Leave with their clothes cut up

"When you come?" is what they asking me

You fresh to No Limit like Master P

I be keeping shit milky like cask and cream

Pace Won, lace blunts, get a masking fiend

Motherfucker

[Hook]

And to y'all fag ass cocks

Get the dick

To your bitches on the block

Get the dick

And to the fake weed spots (Fuck that)

Get the dick

And y'all niggas without socks

Get the dick

[Chorus]

Have you ever seen a show

With niggas on the mic

With one minute rhymes

That don't come out right?

They bite

They never right

That's not polite

[Azz-Iz]

Your flow is kinda doo doo

I'm more filthier than mic bombs

From Newark to Honolulu

Mowahd to cherry, raspberry

Apple cranberry, strawberry

Motherfucking flows extraordinary

Your bitch ass'll get bodied and buried

By the slick walking talking rhyming dictionary

Give me a mob

Let me champ one

Steadily handsome

Black and like temper tantrums

Spitting like automatic handguns

Can't run

Your style is more garbage than Shirley Manson

You got a platinum single, Roley, and money

I'm bummy but I bet I can get your bitch

To beat my dick for me

[Bizarre]

Doing drivebys in less than two minutes

And I know one of these houses on the block

Got your fucking family in it

And what's the worst is

Is y'all niggas gon' need nurses

I collect money on your block

Like ushers at churches

No matter where your boys go

Nigga I'ma get 'em

You can ask Ponsa's Funeral Home

How much business I be sending 'em

You forgot bitch nigga

I know where you stay

Loaded AK

Move little Johnny out the way

Bet ya these bats

Guarantee your ass won't be walking

I drive '98 Suburbans

While you push cars from the auction

You don't wanna see Bizarre Kid get dumb

I beat bitches' ass when I'm a in a good mood

So imagine I'm in a bad one

You better duck when I pull this nine

I done shot up your block so many times

All I see is 'For Sale' signs

They say these cats only got nine lives

Bizarre done took eight

So tonight you die

[Hook]

Get the dick

Ya ya ya

Get the dick

Yo Bizarre, ya, ya

Get the dick

All you fuckers in Detroit

Get, get

[Chorus]

Have you ever seen a show

With fellas on the mic

With one minute rhymes

That don't come out right?

They bite

They never right

That's not polite

[Yah Lover]

You dummies

The reason bitches want me to spend money

Just to spread 'em like gin rummy

I'm Yah Yah, holier than Roshashana

With baby mamas that's pro-black like DeSada

The Lover large and at peace with his god

Behind bars

Y'all niggas living close with the guards

Fucking with y'all I'll always catch a charts

See Johanas Bach

She wanna run, tell her sarge

Life's short, I play hard

See your crew on the street

Better know I won't hesitate to spray y'all

I keep a wife for killing you

And everybody looking like you fag

It's a never-ending cycle

Can't nobody come and save you when I start shit

My letters like kryptonite to the Clark Kents

I'll rip a crew with dust and liquor too

Too despicable

Toss you off the Terrazone Richaloo

I rise like Christ

The third night on mics

But it ain't Easter

It's only death when I meet ya

[Hook]

So get the dick

Get the dick

Bitches everywhere

Get the dick

All the stupid family affairs

Get the dick

All you O-U-T's in here

Get the dick

We liquid

So get the dick

Motherfucker ya ya ya

Get the dick

[Chorus]

Have you ever seen a show

With niggas on the mic

With one minute rhymes

That don't come out right?

They bite

They never right