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
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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
That's not polite