Get The Dick

[Hook] Them niggas tried to rob me Could get the d**k All them bitches tried to play me You could my the d**k Niggas tried to jump D You could get my d**k I'm gon' bang when I see you So get my d**k [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 f**kin' with Zee It be today motherf**ker 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 s*ck my d**k 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 a*s bitch To get the d**k And to you booty a*s label To get my d**k To you corny a*s rappers Get my d**k To all you motherf**kers Get my d**k [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 a*s of crews And start to spray Time to pay ma*sive dues So I take MC's that pa*s the rules And fly 'em into space like NASA do I'm the weed lover Go in deep cover Tricking these goofy a*s 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 Motherf**ker [Hook] And to y'all fag a*s cocks Get the d**k To your bitches on the block Get the d**k And to the fake weed spots (f**k that) Get the d**k And y'all niggas without socks Get the d**k [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 Motherf**king flows extraordinary Your bitch a*s'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 d**k for me [Bizarre] Doing drivebys in less than two minutes And I know one of these houses on the block Got your f**king 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 a*s 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' a*s 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 d**k Ya ya ya Get the d**k Yo Bizarre, ya, ya Get the d**k All you f**kers 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 f**king 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 d**k Get the d**k Bitches everywhere Get the d**k All the stupid family affairs Get the d**k All you O-U-T's in here Get the d**k We liquid So get the d**k Motherf**ker ya ya ya Get the d**k [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